WoMaN
She was picked from the rib of man
while sleeping
Made with the deft and delectable
touches of the Almighty Sculptor
An exquisite blend
Beheld with a skipped breath and
exclamation mark!!!!
That is the mark a woman.
Growing and glowing into the full bloom
as purposed at noon day.
Just like the Sunflower bow in obessiance
to the Sun
So shall you pay respect to your maker
The Almighty Artist
Before you enter the state of decline
As the beauty wanes and fade away.
Before life's cycle turns full circle.
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