Wednesday, January 2, 2013

In an instant it begins, life, breath, movement, sin
years born of seconds passed, shattered dreams like broken glass

The bitter complements the sweet, a mending heart when two eyes meet
Then baby born as mama weeps, to finish the journey when she's fast asleep

1 comment:

  1. Love can mend many of lives dissapointments or at least make you care less. I love the tenderness in this one. xo

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