Weep not, my child

For I shall console you

With loving arms

Which shall enfold you

For you are my flesh

No pity do you need

Find comfort within

Let no one impede

Your desires, your dreams

Will become what you seek

Feel my strength, entrusted

With a kiss, on your cheek

 

May Writing Prompt:  Crystal clear consolations – Day 6/31

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