Conception
Listen.
Do you hear the rain drops
tickling the roof?
Or was that a cloud
saying goodnight to the leaves?
Look.
The earth is slowly
revealing the sun to its bride.
The night shadows are dancing for joy.
Touch.
Do you feel life
skipping toward your heart?
Yes.
The angels are blushing.
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