Bliss
Bliss
is a peaceful
sunday afternoon
with my beloved
son at home
knowing he is save
watching clouds move
leaves waving scattered,
a bird singing to the sky,
a cry of a newborn
next door, mother comes
and sings her favorite song,
my coffee cup is full.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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