Concentric Borders of Safety
Amidst the madness of gunfire
we found a safety haven.
Passing through concentric borders
sounds faded into birds chirping
and water trickling in a tropical
oasis.
In the center was a cradle and
a baby sleeping peacefully wrapped
in soft flannel gave a little sigh
and curled its tiny fingers.
Copyright © Mariana Pavlich | Year Posted 2005
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