A poem can be a rosy baby girl
a day or two old
trust you very much
with a tight clasp of
her rosy tiny fingers
around your palm
softly breathing
like a fragrant rose
humanly breathing
each time re assures you
your want in human goodness
watching your every move
silently
contemplating this new earth
in which she
came to inhabit like
a goddess in beauty!
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