Hear that baby scream
Listen to mother’s cry
Touch his freshest skin
Feel the beat of his heart
Sing the sweet lullaby
Let him sleep in silent night
He likes it that much!
Hugs and wild sense of touch
It was 1991, I remember.
Year of his birth,
When he saw the world
Back to 1991, I remember
Year of his innocence,
When he was named “Lei”
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What's Next?(The Untold 2)
PoetryYou'll never really learn unless you give yourself a hard try- Lei Strauss
