now she lays herself to sleep
her mind is hollow thers no one wit strenght for her to borrow
yet she has so much to give,
she is a reflexion of luv,& passion of the good things in life even as she sleeps
her heart seems to skip a beat, as memories of the ones lost come flooding back like water thru a creek
subconcious, she longs for a soul of virtue to call her own
one that is meek and not weak, that possess the attributes of her father
one who's strenght isd known
however, in the mist of the uncertainties that bubble inthe deep
lies this hope for her to keep
the precious stone that makes her spirit glow
theres more of her father in her that she knows
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