A WOMAN
A woman, a work of art, A masterpiece in every part. Her eyes, a window to the soul, Her smile, a beacon, bright and whole. Her hair, a cascade of golden light, Her skin, as soft as feathers in flight. Her curves, a gentle, flowing line, A work of beauty, so divine. In every movement, grace abounds, A melody of beauty that surrounds, Her presence fills the room with light, A shining star, so pure and bright. In her, beauty finds its source, A reflection of the universe's force, A woman, a work of art, Forever etched in every heart.
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