Beautiful smiles from the beautiful soul,
A newborn baby was born,
At noon of December twenty-six, she cries,
It is the first tears of her tiny eyes.
They call it the first tears of being alive,
It is not grief, sorrow, or anger,
But it is the sign that she has lived,
Once she cries, a big smile from her mother will appear like it is forever.
When her mother carries her,
Her mother calls her, " my precious baby girl",
At that very moment, every plan for the little star is clear,
Like a shiny star who never fades her glimmer.
At last, her mother talks to her, "I love you from the very start...
you stole my breath and hug my heart..."
"Your life with me has just begun...
You're now part of me, my little star."
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Tough Life
PoetryThis is a unique work of art about growing up as a child, a teen, a young adult, and a well-grown woman. This novel was created to show how difficult life can be for a woman. Every chapter will reveal the anguish she is experiencing, as well as the...
