she grew up
those bright sparkling eyes,
eagerness, looking up towards the world,
sheltered by her mother, a blue sweater around her waist,
she's safe to grow, the soil is rich, she is blooming
now in pink, veritas this is true, she has
grown up.
she has always been beautiful.
she is still beautiful.
she will always be beautiful.
my daughter.
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