The MARK of Womanhood
Is
Motherhood

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First Love

In the cradle of my father’s arms,
First love blossoms, pure and warm,
As his gentle gaze meets my eyes,
A bond unbroken, a love that never dies.

In his arms, I found solace and peace,
His heartbeat, my lullaby that will never cease,
A protector strong, yet tender and true,
Guiding me with love in all that I did.

Through laughter and tears, he's by my side,
In him, my love and trust abide,
Teaching me to walk, teaching me to dream,
In his embrace, my world agleam.

As I grow, his love remains steadfast,
A beacon in the storms that may contrast,
First love, eternal, a bond divine,
My father’s love, forever mine.

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Beauty



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From dust we rise,
to ashes we fall,
life's dance eternal calls.

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In abstract visions,
the colours blend,
murmurs twirl,
and reality dissolves.

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Pain: a story

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Gentle waves whisper,
Footprints trace the sandy shore,
Nature's calm embrace.

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Nothing is impossible to a willing heart.

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Character shines brightest in adversity, revealing the true essence of one's
spirit and integrity.

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