...And when you cry
The storm is too strong
Remember your perfect little eyes
Your perfect little mind.
Look in the mirror
At the beauty of time.
Don't cry old soul.
Don't cry.
My daughter,
I hold your face to the sun
Shadows of life come undone.
Face to the sun
Smile; forget the rain.
Damp on your feet
Washing away what had came.
Break through the clouds
Your beauty in red hues
And violet rays.
You are protected far past
Your physical shames.
~ B
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