( / Monaghan, Ireland)

My Family

It sounds like a nightingale in my dream,
It looks like an angel,
It tastes like chocolate,
It smells like flower,
It feels like love.

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And still, in that tent or Uber taxi A child is born to change all this...fine
I don't know destitute. I could use the bathrooms In McDonalds, If I eat there- - Very nicely has been composed
Yes yes yes its true, This is a great poem, A revelation
True! Each child brings new hopes for humanity, endless new possibilities.
Hats off to the flight of imagery that has inked this thought provoking brilliant poem. Heartiest Congrats for that as also on it's' selection as Poem of the Day.
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