In
It`s evening.
The pond is quiet,
Serene.
Smoke from the fire
Licks my nose,
Awakens me
From reverie.
My son is sleeping,
Comforting me.
His existence defines
My worth.
To know, within me,
Love will exist forever,
In heaven,
Or the ether.
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