She waited for the day
caressing her belly
listening to beats of life in it.
Then even her silence was a song
even her paleness has a beauty.
I sthe seed has such an excitement
when a life spruts in it?
Is the sun and moon waiting for a new birth?
I s the wind and flowers celebrating a new birth?
She smiled
Then even her smile was a song.
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