My letter... Hariye jaoa The old brown book(my diary) Erasmos....... Peace.....

Journey....



Baby ..a miniature lively Godly form...
always bear a freashness of a fresh new morn...
the innocent smile.,the chuckle and cackle..
sometyms works "Miracle"

A baby,a bringer of new hopes,a motivation for new dimensions...
Provoke a son to become a father,changing its ideas and visions...
Innocence of its soft feathery palms....a wink of its drowsy eyes...
Mother can't hold her emotions when "he" cries!!!

Slowly "he" feels the breeze,softly "he" holds the fingers...
The stupid glorious smile always lingers....
With the nature's robe "wearing" He comes....Years later.....
In the similar robe..He drifts apart with tears and pain that alone He bears.....



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