The lucky charm on a woman’s hand
Will place her in a holy, peaceful land
But little do people hark
The creative minds of women in the dark
Use after use, the problems fade
And their lives will become a holy bade
But don’t believe and the power late
Will slowly start to disintegrate
Once their power begins to falter
They hand it over to their son or daughter
Use it wisely and they will endure
A life completely fresh and pure
March, 2025
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