I like the new outdoor look - it suits you,
you look confident, really, chilled-out
your old-weaker childish-self has fled;
and now you look fully-fledged.
A woman who has suffered emerges
after breaking out of her cage bars-
cocooning: you were then in, has grown.
—Insipid fear is now a bucket with a hole.
Where lovers potentially hang around
with a ladle-full of smiles hoping to soak
-up their souls in this new-look-you.
I too like the new look you, it suits you.
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