daughter, tender shoot to me, shift of breeze, your beauty arrives in branches fresh with leaves. eyes, blue as any sky I have ever seen. daughter, even the yellow stars of Squaw Peak shine pale to you. my contrary girl. crush to me. my heart will always triumph, kaleidoscope to you. © Lisa Zaran
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