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Apr 2016
Tiny hands
Red lips
Bruised head
Sleeping

Sometimes shaking
Breathing softly
Dreaming
Dreaming

Eyes shut
You stir at noises
Flinching slightly
Absorbing voices

Mother’s eyes
Deep and tired
Father smiles
From a distant planet

Being born
Is not so easy
Being born
And living

Moving from
Another eden
Embarking on
An epic journey
1st April 2016
Commuter Poet
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Commuter Poet  UK
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