pretty as a baby

 



divine ideas as shadows appear

from within showing out 

each picture is reel from a thought lines end

now to adjust and bring from the dust

ideals more persistent building next step

accounting for every inhale exhale breath

strengthening my heart birthing igniting sparks

flaming the fire and specifically the Sun

showering the light upon this play

bearing fruitful joys happiness smiles always

pretty as a baby yet artfully blue

how very true and sexy you














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