Baby
Deep inside a world of black
A rhythm stirs the air
The beating of a tiny heart
Of one so small and fair
Existing in a world so strange
With peril at every bend
Throughout the course of time there's change
As form does start to mend
After the allotted time we'll see
This work of beauty come
And watch the eyes of one now free
Open under the sun
Copyright © Daniel Mcadams | Year Posted 2011
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