149th post ��
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To my daughter
Nora,

I am at peace
Under the shade
Of this huge
Lemon tree.
The distant scent
Of your poetry
Reaches me
Everyday
And I wish
I would have
let you hear
how cattles
breath,
and reapers
Sing.
But I didn't.

Your father has
died several
deaths but
perhaps the most
painful one
happened right
inside your
eyes when you
looked at
my coffin
and didn't
cry at all.

©my_cup_of_poetry