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In a world where beauty's hue is narrow,
Shines Shafira, a gem of inner glow.
At twenty summers young, she stirs hearts,
With intellect, grace, her inner arts.
Once tomboyish, now a bloom refined,
Eyes that gleam, straight hair, a form defined.
Yet her beauty runs far deeper still,
In wisdom's quest, her heart does fill.
A reader's soul, in pages lost and found,
From classics' embrace to the modern's sound.
Each word a light, each story a key,
To realms of thought, where minds roam free.
And in the dance, she finds her voice,
With fluid steps, her heart's rejoice.
Emotions swirl in rhythmic flight,
A canvas moving, pure delight.
Shafira Az Zahra Buditia, a name,
That echoes grace, in intellect's flame.
A beauty true, beyond mere face,
In mind and spirit, a boundless grace.
