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a farewell love poem to my infant daughter |
| your petal-soft skin sweet-scented, feather light breath resting in my arms a goodbye too soon lost to me, in your new world severed, incomplete rising on a waft lighter than a spring-fresh breeze from new hopes, new life eyes of blue, so dear steady gaze that fills my sight love, seems very near reflections circling alighting in brief respite hover as I sigh |