In her eyes, a universe wide,
1,000 stories, where dreams impact.
She is the moon, delicate and splendid,
Furthermore, the tempest, furious in the evening.
She wears her solidarity like woven trim,
Effortlessness and coarseness in each follow.
Her quiet talks the most intense truth,
A universe of shrewdness in her childhood.
She is both fire and cooling precipitation,
A tune of satisfaction, a sprinkle of torment.
In her heart, a stream streams,
With each current, she just develops.
She isn’t only one, yet entirely undeniably joined,
A soul immense, an endless psyche.
In her, the world’s intricacies live —
The tranquil strength of a lady, noble.
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