Women
Blowing cold winds, you might not be aware,
Putting on your skin, when lovely eyes stare.
Warmth drains like a river into the sea;
Must be a mother—two hearts, a body share.
Burdened by things when self-worth shakes,
Whispering name, she makes you awake.
Injecting instant salvation into the air;
Of course, sister in action, as pain alleviates.
Contained in null when you seek directions,
Reorganizing a piece shattered in fractions.
Blending an incomplete into a complete,
As beloved showers you with satisfaction.
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