HEYANNO

ANTI(QUE) CORE: Tales of a wild soul At the brink of dusk before dawn, She breathes in the hush of unvisited roads, A restless heart beating its own chorus, Spinning stories in the silent air, Trusting the unknown to stir her soul. Rebel before peace, dream before power, She chases whispers carried by the wind, A laugh that defies the word “stay,” Her spirit dancing where rules dissolve, Which tomorrow does she go to? Each step becomes a verse in her journey’s song, She writes her story in sunrises and storms, No leash can bind her wild soul, Horizons open under her fearless gaze, Untamed, unchained, forever she flies.