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about my daughter  von sister aus der Kategorie Gedicht - Menschen - Zwischenmenschliches |
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My sweet and holy night was on a wednesday morning A star fell on earth, crying loud, shining bright a promise within a warning "Be careful", says an unhearable voice, "this child has come from tomorrow Her fate of a cancer includes no choice, her forward means backwords to sorrow Your future, of course, is her present tense and your today means her past She´s dancing on a dangerous fence and improves all limits at last She didn´t want to born, you know, so please her more you´d otherwise do Old souls in young bodies don´t like to grow but her eyes will make everything new ;A promise of self-fullfilling kind that gives your life a sense Be careful - keep it in your mind - her innocence washes world´s hands..." | ||||||||||
