S S Beulin Poet Verse

New Born Child

Whimpers to pleasant cry
                   Made all the sorrows fly,

                 Moved out from the dark womb
                    To build emotion bomb,

                 Boundless of love sprouted
                   Gift of great love rooted,
          
                 Pain of love turned merry
                 Mom glanced the child fairy.

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