These hearts of women,
Blatantly colored,Flash and shine
In the fashion of dance
As they give and offer,
Create and dream.
The hearts of women,
Made to fly freely,Sing, and laugh
For the sake of lightness
Often grow heavier,
Misunderstood.
These hearts of women,
Callously broken,Cry out and mourn
Like a jaded soldier
As they succumb to pain,
Scarred and let down.
The hearts of women,
Beautifully crafted,Hold onto hope
In the form of potential
For love’s restoration,
Their fondest wish.
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