Some times I wonder
Who am I?

Some say,
I am a mystery.

To others it appears,
I am history.

Unspoken, untold with many folds.
Like an unsolved riddle by many told.

I am full of love, passion, desire and more.
He who understands me, conqueres the world.

He who questions and denies my existence,
Suffers loss with empty hands and hollow souls.

I yet thee still ask the same question.
Who am I?

I am a woman
With many folds.

My heart deep as an ocean.
My soul full of stories untold.

Without me mankind won’t exist.
The ultimate truth that nature holds.


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