Evolution From A Girl To The Woman

She is a flower,
Clenching herself,
By her roots,
With every drop of rain or tears,
And making herself more strong,
When she will be ready,
She will turn to divulge,
The majestic delicacy that she is.
And gradually she will not the same anymore,
You could see it in her eyes,
Listen it in her tone,
Feel it in her touch,
She will be changed,
She is never coming back.

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