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A Riddle I speak without a mouth, yet my feelings run deep, Like a woman’s heart where secrets sleep. I can be calm, like a gentle embrace, Or wild with emotions no one can trace. I hold quiet strength beneath my grace, Like tears that fall but never erase. I give life, I take pain, I learn to endure, Soft yet powerful, fierce yet pure. I hide untold stories, love, and fear, Just like a woman who holds everything near. I can be nurturing, warm, and wide But never fully understood inside. What am I?