Half-smile

You glance, no, wait, you look again. There she is. So perfect. Her eyelashes fringe the brightest blue Her soft fingers curl around...

You glance,
no, wait,
you look again.
There she is.
So perfect.
Her eyelashes fringe the brightest blue

Her soft fingers curl around each other
She's something else,
She's a piece of heaven.

You smile,
She passes you
Bundled in a mother's arms

And you dream.

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