For the woman who defies
Her audacity is worth trekking
She's weathered hell and high.
No other woman of her age
Has faced such trials.
In silence, she weeps,
A mountainous pain
Nobody dares to listen,
no one has walked her shoes:
it's bone-chilling.
She discover herself amidst the pain,
A spark that ignites her soul.
Forged in struggle, she's reborn,
Rising higher and stronger.
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