I'm a Woman

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I see things, might others can't see;
I hear sounds, might others can't hear;
I live in a world full of colors
but some perceive me in only one tint;
I love you, means my salute;
The sun means my smile;
The moon means my murmurs;
The flora and fauna, sea, and the sky
wears my name;
The color of my blood and spirit
orchestrates my feelings;
The universe is my home; I'm a dreamer
but most of all, I am Woman
a Confident Woman.


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