
Venus descends. Beauty’s call, a soft command. Routines shift, to gentle grace. Self-care blooms, in shadowed hours. Harmony sought, in weary rooms.
Details gleam, with fleeting light. Work’s harsh lines, begin to fade. Boundaries blur, in gentle haze. Beauty’s touch, a fragile peace.
Self-love whispers, in quiet tones. Well-being sought, in shadowed paths. Balance sought, in shifting sands. Aesthetics rise, then fade away. A lonely quest, for inner grace.
But whispers warn, of empty shells. Indulgence fades, to hollow sighs. Practical needs, begin to wane. A lonely heart, seeks lasting calm.
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