She walks through the world
With a sense of confidence and grace;
She is a blood of creation, flowing through all her veins,
She is a brave warrior, a dream with brains,
She has a nurture, strength, and has complicated friend,
She is a passion personified, a master of pretend,
She has no more grief,
No more regrets towards life.
She knows what road she must follow.
She senses what it means to live and let live.
How much to ask herself and how much to sacrifice.
She is no longer anyone’s slave or prey,
She is simply a woman with a difference.
She is a woman with the spirit of many, contained in one
Strength and beauty,
She has mystical tears
She has Magical entity,
She hated mirrors.
She always wears a biggest smile,
Though, she wants to cry.
She is going to fight to live
Though, she is destined to die.
Every night has its own day
Every dark has its own light
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