Women's lives are like delicate flowers.
Beautiful as crystal while blossoming;
should be cherished with care all the time.
But If not plucked at the right time
By the cherisher who values it,
As time goes on,
It'll be as weak as dried leaves at the end
As it falls to the toast of the wind
And submits its soul many times
to be conveyed by flight to the land of the unknown,
Where nobody cares about what happens thereafter.
Ismaheel Gift
June 9, 2020
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