sleeping child

She lays in my arms breathing slowly. I pause so we may breathe together at the same pace, so our two tiny waves may join to form a giant one. A wave so big surfers would take pride to glide through it’s vastness. Her lashes are moist and beautiful. The veins on her eyelids appear like thin lightning – red and wiry. Her cheeks are smaller than I would like them to be.

Here is a tiny being, with seedlings of dreams and wars to be waged someday.
She is my peace, my quiet. My answer to every mystery

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