My Birth Poem by Saint Cynosure
My Birth
My flesh is want of wickedness,
it craves and cries for more.
My soul begs out for forgiveness,
makes its plee unto my LORD.
Has tears bath soft my face of flesh,
and lungs yet cling for one more breath.
All dreams are coming faster know,
then they were before I left.
The screen is spread wide open,
My eyes are blind by joy.
I'm coddled in my mothers arms,
I'm such a lucky boy.
The World is Mine...
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4/28/2024 9:30:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Verily, a lovely poem depicting the new born