Lightly the baby swings,
On the cradle, so sound she sleeps.
A smile so tender and a little face
Adorned with solitude and heavenly blaze.
Her cheeks glowing in the morning rays,
A baby asleep in the cradle she lay.
Her breath soundless as her fluttering hands,
An Arab finding an oasis in the sand.
An ocean of peace, a cascade of beauty,
A sinless creation of mirth and glee.
I stand and see how gaily she swings,
On the cradle, so sound she sleeps.
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And Life Flows Along
Poetry'And Life Flows Along' is a book of poems that speaks of life's endless journey towards eternity carrying its different elements- love, sorrow, birth, death, loneliness and other shades. Dear Reader, I am 14 and have self-published this book of mine...
