A poem should be soundless as the flight of birds...A poem should be equal to not true....A poem should not mean but be.

To my daughter

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Walk on, walk on, my child
You have a long way to go,
So pure is your soul
Untouched by the dirt of life
You flow like a stream
From the purity of snow,
You have to cut through the rocky hills
To the plain and the fields
Irrigating  barren lands
Leaving your mark behind
You have a long long way, my child.


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