It was a freezing winter on Sunday
When frost and ice reigned upon this world.
It was a morning, at the dawn of day
And a young family was blessed with a girl.
A son was wanted. Yet he didn't come.
Instead, a daughter that was meant to rule.
A disappointment, probably, for some.
And a challenge for everyone she knew.
As Sun came out to warm the frozen land
the happy parents met their only heir..
Then a hand was taken by a bigger hand.
But 'little one' was not a maiden fair. :)
This child was I (as you might have guessed)
Born on the coldest day of wintertime.
When world was by ice and cold possessed.
And Fate was yet to cast her fateful dime.
I celebrate today that morning long ago
when this world first time was to see
Say something nice if across this go.
As you know - well-wishes are for free :)
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Tangerine (Самовила), дам идеята беше да звучи като приказка, но всъщност е истина. Родила съм се при -20 температура и всички са били убедени, че ще се роди момченце. Ама тцъ