She
She
Walks alone in the corridor of her life
Now in beauty she strolls, matured and ripe
Brighter than your eyes could ever see.
She
Stays calm and composed ever
Within her heart's gentle chamber
While basking in her youth's loveliness
Though she hardly recognises her own mastery.
And she forever many a praise receives
Which she considers as her heavenly dower
The message of her lovers she does gather
To beatify her soul, also inner power !!!
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