Sensitive beings

Sensitive beings

In the quiet spaces where words fade into the hush of solitude, there exists a realm where sensitivity blossoms into understanding. Anyone can hear the notes of a whispered heart, but it takes a soul attuned to the delicate symphony of emotions to truly comprehend the unspoken language of the silent and the lonely.

These are the gentle souls whose love transcends the limitations of speech, whose affection flows in the graceful arcs of their gestures. They are the ones whose presence is a soothing balm, whose touch carries the weight of a thousand unspoken confessions.

In their silence, they harbor a love that speaks volumes without uttering a single word. It is in the tender caress, the empathetic gaze, the comforting embrace, that their love finds its purest expression. For a gesture, in its simplicity, holds the power to convey depths of emotion that words could never encapsulate.

To understand and appreciate the language of these sensitive beings is to open oneself to a world where love is felt, not just heard. It is an invitation to embrace the profound truth that sometimes, a gesture is worth infinitely more than a thousand words.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer

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