Woman
Her approach was elegant but unpretentious
Her soul was weaved in moons and stars
Her gardens enchantedly flourished
Her brooks danced to wind guitars.
Her fingertips stirred the rivers
Her whispers spoke peace upon the earth
Her smile illuminated the darkness
Her hands fought death and welcomed birth.
Her eyes held and calmed the anxious
Her heart was filled with twelve bright suns
Her language was universal
Her name was given... Woman.
Copyright © Tonya Maria | Year Posted 2014
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