There it is
the desire of flesh and blood
of a little mirror
I am surprised by
and delighted to look into
This is the puzzle I want
the research of years
studying the shape of eyes
length of cheek bone
gait, tone, color—
colors running everywhere
chasing through green grass
returning to white sheets
sharing blue behind clouds
red specks of words
growing conversations
There is the primal desire
all possibility
all improbability
more faint than future choices
less likely than imagination
But there you reside, this moment,
in the me of dust
the only place
you breathe.
Written by Ay 
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A discussion of “baby fever” lol
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Aww. So sweet!
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Wonderful dear. : ) Keep going strong. Inspire the world.
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Thank you!
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Most welcome dear! 😊👍
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