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She… The Woman

She arrives in this world

Bringing happiness to many

And forces some to start collecting penny

For many she is their crown

For some she is their reason to frown

She arrives in this world

For promises to keep

Sadly but she’s often made to weep

She hollows out herself to color your existence

But rarely gets credit for her persistence

She arrives in this world

To reflect love and trust

But with time she often gets covered with dust

She generates a new soul to life

And happily she goes under the knife

She arrives in this world

To be the Rock of Gibraltar

With situations so, she sometimes falter

Yet she know how to sew her torn aspirations

To fulfill her unfulfilled imaginations.

And she arrives in this world

To be an ivy flower

To not to perish but blossom and prosper with power.

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