like a beautiful snowflake or
how each grain of sand is ground down from ancient mountains into a tiny
fraction of itself, altogether unique,
my baby
blinks tiny eyelashes open and
for the first time breathes air instead of stars,
he cries.
Sending poetry to the world
like a beautiful snowflake or
how each grain of sand is ground down from ancient mountains into a tiny
fraction of itself, altogether unique,
my baby
blinks tiny eyelashes open and
for the first time breathes air instead of stars,
he cries.