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Babies

September 30, 2022
By Anonymous

A baby’s cry is bright blue like the ocean as the waves crash. The sadness that has been brought along in the wind returns as a smell of flowers passing by an open window. Allowing us to know that everything will be okay. As happiness starts to appear I feel laughter illuminating the world around me.


The author's comments:

This is a submission for the poetry contest.


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