For years,
we trailed the whispers
of your existence,
Seeking destiny in foreign lands' shadows.

On cold nights,
her breath danced
in the wind's whispers,
As diamonds in the night sky lit the way.

Robed in gold,
she slumbered
in her mother's embrace,
A peaceful refuge from life's turbulent pace.

Tidings of joy,
she brought
to our happy home,
Warmth to our hearts,
on August's rainy days,now known.
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