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Lament for His Daughter

Where are you, child of mine?
The shadows of this
long afternoon
stretch before me
like some frightening thing.
A chill is in the air.
Still, I await you here
at the end of day
knowing you’ll never come.
You know I would have loved you.
You were my dreams
that never came true.

Where are you, my child?
Why were you never born?
The old man who would be your father
is dying.
jagracia
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