She is infinity.
A lady of great dignity.
She grows in opportunity.
She holds the values of humanity.
She relates to modernity,
And yes, she has faced adversity.
She is as wise as an owl.
Her resolve to things does not need her to growl.
She is a rainbow,
colourfully, she aims the horizon with an arrow and a bow.
She is a daughter of the flesh.
I call her Pesh.
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