A Mystic
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infant hands
tender fists
holding tight
rosy dreams
smiles divine
dancing on
delicate lips
god's grace
on fluid eyelids
mystic hues
ringing around
mother's bosom
swells in pride
milk of love
knows no bounds!
every infant
a mystery
every infant
a mystic!
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