When Down the vast and starry sky,
A peaceful hand, a whispered sigh.
In acts of love, both big and small,
A family’s touch outshines them all.
Through trials and joys, they stand so near; with open arms, they quell the fear.
Their deeds, like threads of purest gold,
Weave stories through the ages.
So here’s an ode to kin so dear, Whose love resounds yearly.
Under every mask, their hearts, we see The roots and wings that set us free.
I hope you like and enjoy itπ
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