Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Thoughts on a baby

Circling ever lower,
I see that thought on your brow,
As always,
When there is something,
A thought,
Perhaps hovering around,
And you turn to me,
With your mouth,
In that curiously shaped 'O',
Then burble and giggle,
Blowing bubbles out of spittle,
Ah babies,
What do they know.

~Rei Shiori

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