I saw my child, sleeping deep and sound...
In wallows of sleep so wide and profound....
A little smile that ran on the lips....
An angelic face that had lit up with grace....
The morning beam's first ray did a dance,,
On his face, that was unperturbed and calm....
The fingers were curled up and twined...
As if holding his precious prize...
The serenic view that the sight arose...
Made me stop to stare him close...
And relish the tranquility that the moment brought...
To this fiery life spent in numerous dreams sought...
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