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Plain Woman

I am a Plain Woman
I belong to plains
I look very plain
I wear plain clothes...


I am sorry ...
But my life had never been Plain
But it doesn't mean 
That I am not Plain
I have nothing distinct in me....


You think - I am a Desert Woman?
... in my dreams I am ... yes, I am a Desert Woman
Who fights with anguished sand
Who patiently waits for rain
Who has faith to find the oasis of love
Who is incredible for all above


And...
... in my dreams I am a Highland lass too
Who has elevated ideas
Who is on top yet down to earth 
Who has a fairy's heart
Who inspires everyone's art


And...
.... But yet ....
I think I am a Plain Woman
I don't know why...
Perhaps I have not yet shown anything Great
Or perhaps I am different in reality ...
Or may be ....
Well , sometimes you should not look for reasons...
Sometimes you should just let it be ....
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