A Gentleman — Elegance
In shadowed halls where whispers rest, a figure moves with quiet zest. Each step a rhythm, poised and sure, a grace that lingers, calm and pure.
The air around speaks tales untold, of steadfast honor, silent gold. A gaze that holds the weight of years, yet soft as rain, it calms all fears.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWords unsaid weave bonds of trust, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤactions rise where voices must. A ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcloak of strength, unseen, unfurled, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsteady hand to steady worlds.
Through moments fraught, through tempests high, a presence stands, a steadfast sky. Not for glory, nor for praise, but for the light in others’ days.
A fleeting touch, a guiding hand, a mark left not on sea or sand, but deep in hearts where virtues lie, unspoken truths that never die. @Soohuk
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© 1988 // Written in France