The sounds of the spring's whispers
Were just as cold as the winters.
Yet the sun shined brightly this day.
My mind still holds memorable pictures
Of my daughter, playing with princess stickers.
However, her presence was miles far away.
Her smile was my Sun...
Waking me up with good mornings
Yet without much of a warning
She was gone as quickly as she'd come.
Some days are as dark as the night, no Sun
Yet my head keeps playing visual recordings
Of my daughter's eyes opening, performing
Her morning rituals...smiling while sticking out her tongue.
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