Maya Took (02/10/1984)
Ay, my Friend! (a grief)
One more infront of you my child
Holding out a loving hand for you to hold
But the only feelings of yours
Are cold- cold.
Again I try to bring you back
To touch you as once I did
But you run with your own thoughts,
And what is left for me if I can't bid?
Now you stand upon the edge of life,
you want to put it out. End.
Shall I tell you how I grieve?
Would it matter? Ay,
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