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yseult — Wed, 03 Jun 2009 20:57:42 +0000

The world is at your hands and the sky is your playground.
You’re dancing among the clouds while we stay earthbound
watching your trail and you radiance to a new beginning.
Your blessings are so many that not even the stars could
start to guide your way towards that life that’s waiting just for you.

There are not enough words in any language to tell how you’ll see,
how you’ll grow and where you’ll land,
where your grace will spread into the brightest wings of human kind,
who you will touch and who will let themselves be touched by you.

So much, so less. So true.

If ever there was truth to be had in existence
alone: you’ll be its peak.
A life that once might be shared and truly lived,
protected, held and cherished.
In a new world. A new mind, a new me.

My beautiful child.

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