esprit libre

 

with no rules to shackle her mind         woman libre

 meandering thru life                                                                        

 heart and soul entwined

fire in her eyes push her to strive

to show the world her strength and fervour

for she is a woman, she is esprit libre.

a dash of confidence, a colour of pride

the beaten track beckons her to ride

but the heart sings a different tune

of the maids of yore who trod on thorn strewn

Path, across the ocean and the mountains far

For she is dauntless, she is esprit libre
 

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