She rises with the morning sun,
Unfinished battles, never done.
With quiet strength and fearless grace,
The fire of purpose on her face.
She walks through storms without a sound,
Her dreams are roots deep in the ground.
She bends, but never breaks in two—
The world may test, but she'll push through.
Her hands may ache, her heart may bleed,
Still, she gives...
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