She who carries without breaking,
who loves without hesitation,
who speaks with a voice full of warmth
and is silent with a strength that shelters.
She who builds worlds
with hands that comfort, that heal,
who sows in times of scarcity
and harvests with a gaze of understanding.
Her strength is not a storm but a river,
carving its path without force,
shaping, nourishing, and flowing onward,
always further, always beyond.
She is beginning and end,
ground beneath our feet,
air within our lungs,
the rhythm that carries us.
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