In Trashiyangtshe, where the wind sings tales, Dechen Wangmo's journey never fails. Born on May's day, in a hospital bright, A girl, so lucky, to see love's light. Her parents, they care, they love her so, Guiding her steps, as she learns and grows. In Jomotshangkha, in grade eight's land, She studies hard, with a steady hand. In Sandrupjongkhar, she finds her way, Learning each moment, come what may. Dechen Wangmo, with a heart so true, In her story, the world sees something new. 👻👻👻
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