My Son - by
The moon keeps watch
/ and the child sleeps.
/ His head emerges from the covers
/ like a flower smiling at life.
/ His breath is like…
The moon keeps watch
/ and the child sleeps.
/ His head emerges from the covers
/ like a flower smiling at life.
/ His breath is like…
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