a woman standing in front of a window in a room

I know a woman who never waited for a hand to fulfill her dreams, she got up herself, stood alone and rolled up her sleeves for her dreams and succeeded little by little. I know a woman who was both delicate, strong, and supportive. She cried, he laughed, she loved, she was lovely. I know a woman who was mischievous as a child and managed as an adult. She was both reckless and daring. She was both in love and divorced. I know a woman who was calm and spread calm as wide as her