
Her strength is unparalleled.
She meditates upon molten lava,
The thoughts of her mind flow
Like butterflies gold, her heart
Beats with the Mother Earth.
She controls the tides, the room
Is elevated by her smile
And falls when she frowns.
Her beauty is unearthly,
For she is not of the earth,
She is the earth, she is the world.
When she cries, the oceans weep
Waves of crushing sadness
Her spirit is not chained, it soars
Her heart beats with the Earth,
She is womankind, her hands are bloodied
Yet still she mends.
Still she lives, though many wish her death.
Eyes blazing, head held high
Forever.



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