Being a woman.

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In the tapestry of time, a woman stands, Graceful strength in her every glance. Her spirit, a dance of resilience and might, A symphony of courage, embracing the light. Born of stardust, a celestial design, She carries the cosmos in her eyes so fine. Her laughter, a melody, pure and sweet, A serenade echoing in every heartbeat. Through valleys low and mountains high, A woman's spirit, an unbroken sky. She wears the scars of battles won, A testament to the strength she's spun. In nurturing arms and comforting embrace, She cradles the world, a sacred space. Her touch, a balm, healing and true, A testament to the love she strews. In wisdom's cloak, she finds her power, A blooming rose, in life's grand bower. Her dreams take flight on wings unfurled, A celebration of the magic of being a woman in this world.