Her heart is like a roller coaster.
She cries.
She laughs.
She falls in love.
Sometimes cautiously. Oftentimes, recklessly.
Her mind is on a constant marathon.
Running.
Running away.
Changing pace.
Turning around. But never stopping.
Her dreams keep on flying.
They may not reach the sky but will
never ever take a dive.
Her hands touch other people’s lives.
Constantly.
As if that is the reason for their being.
But most of all, every woman is beautiful
because.. she is both steel and cotton.
She cries.
She laughs.
She falls in love.
Sometimes cautiously. Oftentimes, recklessly.
Her mind is on a constant marathon.
Running.
Running away.
Changing pace.
Turning around. But never stopping.
Her dreams keep on flying.
They may not reach the sky but will
never ever take a dive.
Her hands touch other people’s lives.
Constantly.
As if that is the reason for their being.
But most of all, every woman is beautiful
because.. she is both steel and cotton.
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