The ground of waves on the fabric of dress,
glimpse upon the mirror of power.
A fearless motivated sophistication of the princess,
divided the shallow vain of tower.
The reflection of the clouds on an ocean:
they’re like the reflection of sophisticated women.
The sky the covers them beneath the sun–
gives light than other men.
The tuck of shoes pointing at the center,
the sharp waves conducted by the female–
the seductress of ground voyager–
yes! They are the prowess tale.
If women are the dawn of night light,
the dancer under the clouds:
It would be queens of light–
yes, we are tougher than ocean of crowds.
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