newborn
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Bright blue eyes
Clear skies
Light rain
Life gains
Small hands
Green lands
Tall trees
Livid keys
First laugh
Fresh path
Fallen leaves
He sees
Your baby hand:
so strong, s small.
Your fragile head;
I won't let you fall.
Your eyes are closed,
and you're asleep;
yet you are perfect
from hair to feet.
Perspiration slowly drips onto face, the butterflies season exceeded in the interior, The brain playing drums with the heart, teeth stabs the tongue-
After the lion roared a boastful growl, the baby's cries started to whimper out.
The drizzling tears of the angel's eyes cleared as they encountered the mother's rosy cheeks
And the sweaty dew running over her brow.
