In the quiet chambers of his mind, he lingers,
A man caught in the threads of time's cruel grasp,
A hopeful heart, its beat a distant echo,
Dreams of a reunion, a daughter's tender gaze.

Yet, two decades have woven a veil,
Reality slips through the cracks, like sand,
Delusions dance, an ephemeral waltz,
In the stillness, he waits for a reunion that slips away.

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