Weak, yet strong, in fragility's embrace,
Distant, yet close, a spatial grace.
Ironical whispers, gentle and soft,
Profound, yet silly, dreams aloft.
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Dreaming, yet knowing, a paradoxical mind,
Hated, yet loved, and good at heart.
Sound, yet silent, echoes profound,
Shaly, but still, on uncertain ground.
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Caring, yet careless, a dual refrain,
Ugly, yet pretty, in beauty's domain.
Slow, yet rapid, time's fleeting thrill,
Stoppable but willing each hour to steal.
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Perhaps in these, a truth is spun,
In the essence of a bud, the garden surely begun.
A multitude of facets, a daring art,
Sweet contradictions, a woman's heart.
