A collection of poetry talking about women- their joy, their accolades their strengths, their pain, their struggles, their weaknesses.
Do share your experiences and thoughts, as a woman in this world.
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She was such a grace. Sweet shrewd smiling, She had a subtle way of hiding hemlock In her lovely charred curls, Bejewelled pride rested on her head Made out of her burnt honour, Yes, theyburnt her down under a new moon! Witness? None save her own tears.... She had torn those tears off Sneaking them inside shells To see its metamorphosis, A saga of a dagger pretty. People call her insane a time or two, The mad queen commands still, Forces unominous tried to restore sense But she was now a wild wind Kissing the top of the coldest mountain.
