Friday, 12 June 2015

Daughter

Hold me up to the mighty sun
I'm no Icarus, I am just a man.
That time I held you in my arms
Felt like a river left me in a dream
Without a word said in inbetween
Cry if you need to, 
it's what the womb taught you.
Cry if you want to - 
the breathing world begot you, 
Daughter.


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