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»Hey Woman«

by Shylet Noma Clint Mncube, August 20, 2012

Hey woman, wonderfully and fearfully made.
A flower that blossoms in all seasons, areas and atmospheres.

Your scent gives breath of fresh air
Your presence brightens the day

Woman your range and brand does not end
uprooted and planted elsewhere it does not change you, it makes you even stronger.

When you crushed just like a rose you produce a sweet smelling scent.

In your death you are productive, the seeds you leave behind produce beautiful flowers.

Your falling is the rising of a new beautiful flower.

Hey woman...you are a never ending story

Written: April 2012
Tags: Anger Autumn Biographical Birth Birthday Communication Death Disappointment Doubt Emotions Erotic Experimental Family Fear Friendship Funny Future Happy Hope Life Love Nature Passion Social Spiritual Spring Summer Thankful Tribute Youth

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"Lovely imagery created with your words. Well done"
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