A DISCOVERY

[mahuairong]

By Ma Huairong


Prospect the babies.
Every milk you feed.
Every note you teach.
But where for them to get the sense ?

Prospect the babies.
Every breath alters.
Every sleep wonders.
Perhaps from a ladybird in a galactic dream
awakens a sense of pride and joy
and so the way a smile apes.

Prospect the babies.
Smile is their genius.
Just like a birth cry,
the first avowal of life and kite
that shoots up into the deep sky.
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You see me, you lose me