salute of womenhood

In the valley deep, where whispers roam, Dicky Dolma found her home. With nimble feet and eyes aglow, She danced beneath the moon's soft glow.

Through meadows green, her spirit soared, In every breeze, her laughter poured. With hands that painted skies so bright, She weaved her dreams in starry light.

Her voice, a melody serene, In every echo, a tale unseen. Of mountains high and rivers wide, In her songs, the world would glide.

Through valleys deep and forests old, Dicky Dolma's story told. Of love, of loss, of hope, of grace, In every line, a sacred space.

So let her words forever ring, In hearts that soar, in souls that sing. For Dicky Dolma's spirit free, Shall dance through time, eternally.