December 27 For Daddy
Can a lie ever be true,
if the heart of the liar seems pure?
rain falls… drips…
grey clouds hover and cover the skies-
projecting some darkness over my home.
Yet your heart, your cleanliness,
sheds some light in my soul.
Even an ugly truth contains beauty,
You taught me that… Thank you.
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