By JH Sayyar
O strength in grace, fire behind the eyes,
Thou art the muse of stars and morning light,
With tender hands that weave fate's disguise,
And hearts that hold the storm and burn bright.
In silence oft, thy courage shines unseen,
Through pain and joy, thy soul remains the flame,
The mother, lover, friend — and all between,
No crown too high, no trial ever too tame
Not bound by form, nor silken dress confined,
Thy wisdom carves through time like a stone,
A thousand voices in one voice combined,
Yet in thy truth, thou stand still, alone.
O woman, vast as earth and deep as sea,
Thou art the root of all brave and free.
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