I am spring rain, Bringing life to parched fields and Arid land. I am fire, consuming all in its path. A great Dragon, cleansing and purging. I am the wind flowing round you, Through you. Cold as frost. Warm as summer breeze. I am the bearer of life. The milk that sustains you, The cool fingers on fevered brow. I am the comfort of well worn denim, The brush of silk against your skin. I am the spring in your step, The smile on your lips. I am the trail of elusive perfume. The wicked glance under arched brow. I am the undertow of the Ocean - The Sirens song. I am the thorn in your side, The curse you send up to the heavens, And the birds wing that takes flight. I am the fall of hair, The switch of a hip. The lightening, all flash, The thunder below: Rumbling, deep, strong. I AM WOMAN.
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Bringing life to parched fields and
Arid land.
I am fire, consuming all in its path.
A great Dragon, cleansing and purging.
I am the wind flowing round you,
Through you.
Cold as frost.
Warm as summer breeze.
I am the bearer of life.
The milk that sustains you,
The cool fingers on fevered brow.
I am the comfort of well worn denim,
The brush of silk against your skin.
I am the spring in your step,
The smile on your lips.
I am the trail of elusive perfume.
The wicked glance under arched brow.
I am the undertow of the Ocean -
The Sirens song.
I am the thorn in your side,
The curse you send up to the heavens,
And the birds wing that takes flight.
I am the fall of hair,
The switch of a hip.
The lightening, all flash,
The thunder below:
Rumbling, deep, strong.
I AM WOMAN.