She is the woman you passed in every day's street with the baguette as high as her cheeks. She is someone you might see recklessly clumsy, dropping her hat couple times and spill her own coffee on her tee. She is the one you found it continuously happy, but in every night dimming light, she just there, walking herself to a high a chair, with the wine on her hand. A glass or even twice.
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Poems of woman in cheers with thousands fears
PoesiaI invite the greatest pretender. Woman who are strongest in her circle, who never put down her smiles in crowd, who forgive without asked, whose tears only spill on her own pillow and whose mask of positivity put down every night before bed start to...
