She's here inside of me
I should have birthed her,
but the barren wastes
deemed it never to be,
so I see her as the child of long ago.
Wandering girl along the beach in
a cotton frock, wet sand clings
to hem and toes, beachcombing shells.
Sun so hot in cloudless blue
always alone and sadly seeking.
Where she but mine
I could have made her happy.
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