The child wakes when
in you, the moon smiles.
I bend to lift the stardust.
Innocence is my Dharma.
I am not an amber fossil.
The cool light in my eyes.
I am happy to have recovered.
My child in my breast
Singing the song of Innocence.
MyKoul
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