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A Womb's Virtues
What's womb beauty but an art divine
Where in my soul's graces shine
Sun like animates my being's charms
With a face, form, gesture, voice and a mind
Of a race that was and as such I'm myself
A part of the great cause, fed by some one
Larger than me.Strength matters little,
Speed not at all, no worrying, no plan
Just being there-a childish beauty,
Dream woven, cradled in now-
Of the oncoming awakening in the immortal
Better half side of life, have no knowledge.
poem
by
Yoonoos Peerbocus
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