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Women are our greater cats
Women are our greater cats, Slipping through shadows of old memories, With silken steps, wrapped in secrets, Gazing through the windows of our souls, With emerald eyes and hidden mysteries. You feel their presence in the quiet of the night, When stars dance on the darkened sky, And the moon spills its silver light, Over the sleeping, dreaming earth, Just like a cat that prowls through dreams. They know how to soothe with a simple touch, To purr silence into restless hearts, To bring comfort on rainy days, To be the eternal enigma changing shape, An endless puzzle not seeking to be solved. Women are our greater cats, With their feline grace and hidden courage, They are the rustle of the forest on a summer day, They are the waves of the sea, dancing under the sun, They are the longing born from a sunset. Through the stream of consciousness, flowing without bounds, My thoughts weave like threads of wool, Into a tapestry of feelings and experiences, Where every thread is an untold story, Where every knot is a bittersweet memory. Melancholy settles like a fine mist, Over the vast fields of my soul, And I wander through the gardens of forgotten dreams, Seeking those cats, those women, Who can show me the path to the light.
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