Unbalanced breath
in lovers knot
teaches the new born
to cry out in loves echo.
The belly holds wanting,
the nine month's creation,
dream taught, nurture born.
A new kingdom rises
in life's blending spirit
an effigy of what yet might be
before the spoils of time
rot away the age old promise.
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Reason for writing:
my fingers made me type the words
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