In a world of shadows and dancing lights

In a world of shadows and dancing lights, A woman remains a woman, even when the sky sighs. Voices intertwine with silence in whispers, Her steps carry her through dreams, on untamed and ripe paths. Even when her hands don't know the game with spoons, A woman weaves her art in smiles and desires flowing in lines. She is a silent echo, a universe of stories, Measured not in recipes, but in celestial beauties. Her beauty shines beyond the mirror that gazes at her, It's an inner light that no cloud can overshadow. Her diversity is a rainbow with no end, Colors and hues intertwine in an endless dance. Even if she does not feel the joy of motherhood, Her heart is an open nest, a shelter for countless lives. Her love flows boundlessly, without borders, without limits, Her creation takes flight, soaring in dreams. When life tries to uproot her from deep roots, She rises again, like a Phoenix from ashes and rocks. Her strength is a song echoing across valleys, An anthem of struggle, a dream that knows no valleys. For a woman remains a woman, regardless of wealth, Her power lies in compassion, in love, in harmony. She lifts those around her, like a silent ambassador, With love and hope, she has paved a new path. She carries her pride with chosen dignity, Her garments she chooses not by norms, but by the song that fills her. Her femininity is not measured by fabric, but by the freedom to be, In the splendor and complexity of living. A woman is a spectacle of stars lit in the night, An inspiration spreading in the fragrance of untouched flowers. In all her splendor, she embraces a world, A woman remains a woman, even when the world sighs.