A small girl cries with passion far too deep for her few years.
A teardrop as wide as the ocean, more dense than the brightest star.
My senses cannot perceive the wake that trails behind her,
That lays the path ahead.
and then silence.
Stillness as beautiful as a sleeping princess,
and the ripples surrounding her subside.
Like the steady current of an eternal river I feel my love flow.
But even this will end, even this is not what Is.
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Location:My daughter’s bedroom