In the secretive Bethlehem, the sacred throng descends,
Heavenly light, on the narrow path of gemstones,
Upon the silvery foam, the gentle angels glide,
Carrying hopes in their hands, onto the land where calmness lies.
Bethlehem arises, bowed by the burden of time,
And Joseph with Mary, humility and prayer on their path,
In the shadow of a withered shelter, breathing...
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