Daughter Leaving Home
Go in peace, my daughter,
Strike out, my precious, and
Be independent, my darling.
Yet,
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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