Like an empty cup of tea ,
life comes born.
Like an empty vase of flowers.
New world begins to run.
In a darkness filled night ,
She brightens like a moon.
In a darkness embraced room
She fills like a bright light to boom.
As a women she shines.
And adopts the world as hers.
As a woman she beams
And hold the life when sadness tries lure.
She is every mother, sister, daughter.
She is a girlfriend and wife.
She is everything a person needs,
One the who builds the life.
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