It is elegance with a secret pulse.
It is the night sky holding every star
without needing to show them all at once.
There is mystery in the way it moves with her,
like velvet,
like silence,
like a thought you cannot forget.
Black speaks softly,
but it stays in the memory.
It is confidence without noise,
beauty without explanation,
strength without permission.
She is not hiding in black.
She is becoming timeless in it.
