Ma fille...a morn...

O this morn
So cool and cloudy
Reminder like acts
Of you...
Ma fille...
A sweet little girl mine...
Like a cascade flowing
Showing me the sense
Of music
How waterborne
Rippled
And
I a traveler
Feel
The down melt
Of soul...
For you
Ma fille...
A  little girl mine
And me growing gracefully old...

Had I been
Charles
I would have your hands
On mine would temp file like hold
And sing...
A dream...
'Ce jour que
J'appre`hende ou` tu nous quitteras...'

And perhaps
Like this cloudy morn
Your eyes would then
Be full of moisture
A vapour...
As if you would then be holding on...
In you a departing song...

And
Me like your unknown non biological
Progenitor
Weep
As if
You were my girl...
Ma fille...

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