by Rana
In empires of grace where moonlight weaves,
It is a tale of power, a heart that believes.
Behold the beauty, a woman’s delight,
In her, resilience blushes, an intangible sight.
The curvature of pursuits, in every line,
A testament to time, an art divine.
Her laughter, a lyric in the cheerful refrain,
Echoes through canyons, easing every pain
The beauty of a woman, not skin deep,
But in the pledges, she dares to keep.
A tapestry is woven with threads of might,
A beacon of hope, in the darkest night.
Her gossip, a dance of eloquence,
Weaving whispers of triumph, a testament.
In the silence, her power resounds,
A romantic poet, where grace abounds.
For she’s the melody in life’s magnific score,
A storm of love, an eternal encore.
In her reality, a masterpiece unfolds,
A canvas of beauty, where her tale molds.
So, praise the beauty, the strength within,
A poet’s ode to the woman, the origin.
In her, a universe, a celestial design,
A symphony of elegance, forever to shine.
© Rana M 13 January 2024 All rights reserved
Photo by Marcelo Matarazzo on Unsplash
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