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soft and steady rhythm of a baby


her gaze which tells you all you need to know

her footsteps tender in the snow

the pitter-patter blast of rain upon a window

considering all we do not know

or understand, we stand hand-in-hand

under this beautiful harvest moon



◄ The Unwritten



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