Women come and go

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Women come and go
like shadows in the sunset,
their laughter fleeting melodies,
their eyes, mirrors of dawn.

They dress themselves in a thousand stories,
each one a tale to tell,
their steps dance in the wind,
a breeze that tastes of the sea.

But life, cunning and wise,
does not offer the same gift twice;
a good woman is a treasure,
a sparkle that enriches the soul.

The echo of their passing
the echo of their passing,
like a whisper in the night,
restless, difficult to forget.

Women come and go,
like stars in the firmament,
but life teaches us
That true love is a feeling.