Take my Hands,
Hold my Fingers,
This cold is a gift from Heavens.
Silence is all we need,
For telepathy is our power.
You hold me close to your chest,
I never look back,
It's our journey,
We must protect us.
The moon may be the the shimmering knight,
But its your light that,
Echoes in my heart,
Just like the water-falls,
tumbling down their random paths.
Finally, your lullaby puts me to sleep.
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A Father's StoryPoetry
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