Soundless you ceased to be,
Oh my daughter.
A shell of a life
A sigh with no start.

Is it better
To live, twenty years and more,
To long and yearn,
To lose the distance
That never comes?

Or does the pulling darkness,
The lack of time,
Beguile you more?
I never saw your face at all
My dear, dead child.

The echo of your birth
Lives down the years,
The you I never saw
That others saw, then looked away,
As though you were not fair.

My daughter,
You are gone.
You will not walk 
Through dark nights or bright days.
You are fair and gone.

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