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In quiet hush, a muse calls my name,Words dance in my mind, a literary game.Yet, nestled in warmth, a sickly embrace,A sleeping baby, a tender, sweet space. The keyboard whispers, a silent plea,As tiny breaths weave a lullaby for me.Desires to write, an unwritten tale,But cradled in stillness, we softly prevail. In the dance ofContinue reading “Cradled Verses”