She leads with fire, yet bows with grace,
A force of will, yet soft embrace.
She speaks her dreams, a voice so true,
Yet holds the world with care anew.
She dares to stand where few have tread,
Yet finds her peace in paths well-spread.
She rises high, yet stoops to mend,
Not to defeat, but to ascend.
She lives within, in quiet delight,
Yet lends her ear to silent plight.
A storm, a whisper, fierce yet kind,
A soul untamed, yet well-refined.
Simi
Simi says... 