Four Sisters
The strength, laughter, and love of a sisterhood. For my sisters, my princesses, my mini-me’s.
Four souls, different yet the same,
Bound by love, by laughter, by name.
Each with a story, a path to chart,
But forever connected, heart to heart.
One is the dreamer, eyes full of stars,
The one who finds magic in the scars.
The second is steady, a calm in the storm,
The protector, the guide, the one who keeps warm.
The third is the fire, fierce and bright,
Lighting the world with her inner light.
The last is the anchor, grounded and true,
The listener, the healer, always pulling through.
Together, we stand, through thick and thin,
Through every fight, every loss, every win.
Four different spirits, but one shared song,
A sisterhood unbreakable, proud and strong.
We’re not just siblings, we’re a force combined,
A tapestry woven with love intertwined.
Four sisters, bound by blood, by choice,
Each a part of the other, each with a voice.
So here’s to us, to the strength we find,
In the bond of four, forever intertwined.
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