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 painThe beauty of a …







