
07/26/2025
She Who Walks with Wings
She walks beneath the ancient sun,
not casting a shadow,
but carrying light
woven from the songs of her grandmothers.
Her cloak—no cloth,
but wings of the Monarch,
soft like prayer,
strong like memory.
Around her, the butterflies rise,
as if the ancestors remembered
the way back home—
through her breath, through her step.
She does not fly.
She becomes the flight.
And in the silence,
the land remembers her name.
🎨: Serin Alar