Baby Noah
Baby Noah
lives in water-colored worlds.
Of light and angel whisper waves.
He smiles at things I cannot see.
Reaches for that something I need to believe in.
He's closer to God, than I.
Even amidst the piss and spit
Lessons of purity are within his eyes.
I need to breathe in this newborn's sky.
Baby Noah
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2017
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