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THE CART OF THE EARTH.

Tough not moved by the toils.

Her strength, like that of a lioness.


The earth flourish,

When she nourished.


Super human not defined by their looks,

The Lords Strength embedded in them.


The progression of mankind,

Only possible with this kind.


Smitten by the sun,

Drained by the rain,

Her durability unwavering. 


Stone cast on her feets 

She walked with them beneath her feets. 


Her eyes look weak 

But sharp like the falcon's beak


Sound mind, blend with compassion 

To survive is her mission.


Her bossom, solace of hope

Like a Eagle's wing spread without a scope.


She's a champion 

The brain of success

behind the mansion.


Point to a home 

And you point to her

The second pillar 

Whose back 

The home rest.


She's a woman ๐Ÿ‘ฉ 

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Happy international women's day to all the responsible women out there.

I join the rest of the world to celebrate the women for their roles in shaping our today's society. 


❤๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ


 


~ Patrick Ekong ©️

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