poetry

My Dear

 

Don’t you fall down again

I may not pick you up

 

Don’t you make yourself weak

I won’t be able to make you strong

 

You are growing with time, and

I want you to be independent

 

Don’t expect me everywhere

I am no more reliable

 

You can feel me within yourself

Like the traces,

running through your blood

 

May god bless you

O My dear daughter.

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