for Clara, my daughter, my heart, my song <br /> <br /> <br />She didn't invite me, <br />my soul was there, though. <br />I was told she sang her song, <br />brave, beautiful, <br />young, and yet, strong. <br /> <br />I was told, that <br />the audience, <br />she faced, fearless. <br />A tight and short skirt, <br />over endless legs, <br />over ivory shoulders, <br />flew her fair hair. <br /> <br />Next concert, wether, <br />invited or not, <br />I shall see her by myself <br />I won't need to be told, <br />how my awsome daughter, <br />flies within a song. <br /> <br />La Finita<br /><br />Laa Finita<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-was-told-3/
