In the dawn of her sixteenth year,
With dreams untold and skies so clear,
She stands at the crossroads, feeling the weight,
Of hopes and dreams on her delicate slate.

Her parents’ wishes, bright and grand,
Rest heavy on her trembling hand.
In silent nights, she often ponders,
The path to take, as her mind wanders.

Each step she takes, each choice she makes,
Echoes the dreams her heart forsakes.
She yearns to fly, to touch the stars,...