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Daily Poetry #77, April 15, 2017 Word: Birth Like a time that cannot be repeated, that smile shines bright. Pure, innocent, lively, something only pictures can remember, for when we forget. A miracle in a blanket, that cry is a murmur, an echo, through time. A new melody appears in the world. Curiosity moves it further, a motivation that moves us, makes us dance, in the same way. That spark only shows once, so light the fire right away so it will stay burning bright.