Daughter Leaving Home
Go in peace, my daughter,
Strike out, my precious, and
Be independent, my darling.
May it be given to you that
My words
Shall not fall into a crevasse,
My sentences
 Shall not be lost in a swamp and that
Their meanings
Be carried on your wings of freedom.
© François DulaPay

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