There is someone called woman
She loves to feed her soul
And cooks to feed her love
Waters her garden to adorn her world
Dances and sings to weave and unweave
Past, present and future
There is someone called woman
She is born to be born again
And again and again
Jumps into hell for the last revelation
Fire does not burn her
Ice does not freeze her
There is someone called woman
She lives only for life
And dies only when killed
By the woman in her
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