Tiny sparkling eyes opened up,
Staring blankly, wandering
Or could be thinking…
“Where am I?”
“Who am I?”
Tiny pouty lips,
Pinkish pure…
Trying to make a sound
But the only thing could be heard
Was a soft roar...
Letting the oxygen comes through the lung
Breathing life...
Tiny little fingers grasping the air
Poking softly onto the bosom
Striking to the heart of a tender creature
Touching those little fingers forming a bond
Nurture of love
Tiny little soul born to the world
Naïve, innocent
Born with a thousand dreams of the future
A pure clean slate to be colored with
Thousand hues…
Tiny sparkling eyes
Tiny pouty lips
Tiny little fingers
Tiny little soul
Born to try
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