Spirit Painted in Light
The sky painted her face with courage.
Violet streaks across morning gold.
Her eyes are two small suns—
They do not fear the horizon.
Feathers tremble beside her jaw.
as if listening for the voice of ancestors.
She carries their songs not in words,
but in the steady lift of her chin.
For she is the dream of those
who once whispered to the dawn:
“Let our daughters be light.”
Artist and narrator: Elvis Becker
Spirit Painted in Light
The sky painted her face with courage.
Violet streaks across morning gold.
Her eyes are two small suns—
They do not fear the horizon.
Feathers tremble beside her jaw.
as if listening for the voice of ancestors.
She carries their songs not in words,
but in the steady lift of her chin.
For she is the dream of those
who once whispered to the dawn:
“Let our daughters be light.”
🎨Artist and narrator: Elvis Becker
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