A baby's feet like sea-shells pink,
Might tempt, should heaven see meet,
An angle's lips to kiss, we think,
A baby's feet
Like rose-hued seu-flowers toward the heat,
They stretch and spread and wink,
Their ten soft buds that part and meet.
No flower bells that expand and shrink
Gleam half so heavenly sweet,
As shine on life's untrodden brink,
A baby's feet.
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My Poem Book
PoetryA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...
