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by Anna Lovering
(United States)

She could only see
her father outside.
Through a window
stood in her pain.

She would write
and sing those songs
so light and far away.
She would wait for

him, and her feet would
carry her needs to speak
gently, 'Thank you,'
for bringing me back home again.

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