Oldie Cry I see my laughing daughter in this vision Her hair trails; she floats through mid-summer skies She chases my dreams and makes her own decision. She hides the tears that would be in my eyes. I held the summer woman for a while. She would not listen to the whispers of her heart. She had a... Sign in to see full entry.
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