Aug 9, 2017 · 1 min read
One day she saw a dream,
a cream-colored cradle swinging softly beside a laced window.
As she peered in, the babe smiled her smile. She was hers.
One day she saw a dream,
a cream-colored cradle swinging softly beside a laced window.
As she peered in, the babe smiled her smile. She was hers.
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