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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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