Beneath the quiet mangrove shade, where water whispers, soft and laid, a girl stands tall, with calmest grace, her gaze a mirror, her heart a place. Draped in threads of pink and hue, her necklace gleams, a rustic jewel, a child, yet keeper of another’s dream, in her arms, the light does gleam. The baby rests in fleece of gold, a story new, yet sweetly told. With eyes of wonder, cheeks so round, a laugh or sigh, the faintest sound. The trees lean close, their roots entwined, as if to guard this bond divine. The waters still—a muted green—reflect a love that goes unseen. In nature’s lap, where moments flow, the girl holds more than she could know. A sister’s touch, both strong and light, In her arms, the world feels right.
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