The forgotten child

Fare Thee well, my little friend!
It has been a long time
Since I have let you out
To play...

Dance in the wind -
Soak up the sunshine,
With tattered blonde hair.
What care had you for grown-up things?

You grew cobwebs.
Left alone,
In that dark, desolate corner,
Crawling with shadows.

Hold on,
My precious child.
For I will return,
To knock on your door - 

To play in the sunshine.
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