Nor the clouds so puffy
The sunsets should not glow
And birds should not sing
When my daughter is not here
To enjoy them
All the beauty of nature
Is breaking my heart
Because we both loved
The same things
She is not here to text me
Nor to take pictures
Or walks in the park
Or laugh about work
Or go shopping for plants
Or tell me stories
Or listen to mine
I miss her bright smile
I miss her brown eyes
I miss her "Good morning"
I only have "Good bye"
3 pictures from the daughter's camera, the last she ever took
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