Daughter. Comments

Daughter
When I see your eyes, I can see me, when I hear you laugh I can hear me, I hold your little hands on my dreams but when I wake up, my loneliness set on my life once again.
Your image becomes shadows that fades away and your laugh becomes echoes in the wind and I pray some times that some day you forgive me for not be there for you.
Believe me I use to dream that I was there pushing you on the swing and at night I was brushing your beautiful hair until you fall asleep next to me.
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