Out of a massive flowing river

She’d be the only daring rivulet

In a crimson fire she’d be

The flames that are scarlet

She would blossom

Even in a barren land

Break worldly rules,

And outstand

All your fret, she would relieve

Anywhere she’d go, a mark she’d leave

She would allure her way at any stage

If anything, she’d get better with age

Charming, admirable and sage

Wouldn’t fit in, her, none can cage

Because she’s a woman and

She wasn’t meant

To camouflage.

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~Nida

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