beautiful mystery
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I sat with my glasses off
and everything was blurry
my heart was exhausted
though my mind was in a hurry
so I stared at the moon
now a fuzzy white light
and I sat there awhile
The mystical creatures of the deep blue,
I sing a chores out to you.
For the sirens that sing within in the waters,
To the beauty of you're majestic ways, living amongst the sea otters.
Conception.
Two cells coming together to create one new being.
A small precious person growing, living.
Compacted with purpose and potential in a tiny figure, so soft and sweet.
Ready to make the future reality.
