Fine Doors
Clouds floating across the sky,
and each new seconds a good-bye.
Sunshine shimmers through the trees,
A captured memory in the breeze.
Life is many blessed things,
The happiness a child brings.
Giving birth - the brand new life,
The precious love of man and wife.
All captured in the heart's fine doors,
And whispering like ocean's shores.
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