The Woman

She is the wind you cannot capture, the fire you cannot hold,

She has the strength of the earth but she flows

She is a woman.

The radiance of the sun and the beauty

Of a tree’s silhouette

When she smiles, the world blooms

The stars sparkle brighter, and water gurgles in delight.

And when angered, deadly thunder storms are evoked

Can such a woman ever love and not destroy?

All consuming fire

Can such a woman ever cry?

Each tear, like quiet midnight drizzle

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