In chains she finds freedom
In a stanger’s words, disdain
Instead of self-deprecation
She swings her hips again
In a moment, she’s a goddess
In her dulcet voice, a lullaby
Incompensated her kindness
She keeps you ensconced in her eye
In her accent hides a mystery
In her aura fits the infinite
Intoxicating her contact can be
She, this every woman, she’s pure spirit
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Mindfills by s.s. for
MindLoveMisery’s wordle – Aura
Hips Strangers Self-Deprecation
Words Disdain Find Woman
Lullaby Compensate Accent
Eye Contact
Thank you Sangeetha for joining in the challenge.
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Beautiful ❤️
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I’m glad you connected with the words Sarika 🙂
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Absolutely…had pleasure reading 🙂
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Beautifully written.
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