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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES......

SOULFUL VISUAL

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES......

SOULFUL VISUAL 
The windows of her soul, her eyes so bright,
Reflect a world of wonder, bathed in a beam.
No longer gazing outward, seeking praise,
She turns within, to find a love that sways.
Through these fair windows, she begins to see,
Her beauty blooming, so mild  and utterly free.
The strength that blossoms, deep within her core,
A love for self, she'll cherish the moods evermore.
The lines that crease, the silver in her hair,
A testament to time, a grace beyond compare.
The curves and angles, every imperfection's art,
A stunning success, a symphony of heart.
She sees the wisdom, etched upon her face,
A knowing gaze, a gentle, soulful grace.
The mind that wanders, dreams both wild and tame,
A vibrant wall-hanging, a flickering flame.
No longer bound by others' fleeting gaze,
She finds her freedom in these inner rays.
A love that nourishes, a soul serene and deep,
A love that whispers secrets while she sleeps.
 Her own gaze within, this wondrous sight,
And bathe in beauty, morning, noon, and night.
For in these windows, love eternally resides,
A radiant beacon, where true beauty hides.
-WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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