She moves like slow rain—
steady, unhurried, kind.
Not the absence of motion,
but the art of gentle timing.
She waits without bitterness,
trusting the unseen bloom.
For every seed must rest awhile
before it breaks the gloom.
Patience isn’t silence—
it’s faith dressed in stillness.
A whisper saying, “Not yet…
but soon.”
With love and light,
Crystal Amon
Princess Crystal Says
Copyright 2025
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