Thursday, October 13, 2011

my daughter

I hope she never knows disapoinment. Because it stings like falling stars hitting your cheek.
I hope she loves like tomorrow that same moon that held her love songs wont turn a cold shoulder to her.
And I hope for all the beauty in life that it sometimes brings her pain.
So she can know in the worth of the stars
When she wakes up next to a lover, with the early sun painting them gold, what it is like to be endless.

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