Their eyes tell me about my future
how they grow up soft
in my heart
Their hands travel like my past
muddied innocent
grown lean
Their touch keeps books of memories
to listen, turn, learn
and cry out
_
how they grow up soft
in my heart
Their hands travel like my past
muddied innocent
grown lean
Their touch keeps books of memories
to listen, turn, learn
and cry out
_
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