The wooden floor creeks as the cradle rocks to and fro.
a mirage smiles, watching the moon..
no more pain and separation
just a smile is visible…
laughter is seen but not heard..
so tender and beautiful,
untouchable to human hands.
it feels so close…yet it’s so far..
it smiles and plays..
until it sleeps..
and as it fades away with the shadows,
its mother cries for more…
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