In realms of slumber, soft and deep,
A tiny soul, its secrets keep.
With eyes like stars, a gentle gaze,
It dreams through sweet, unhurried days.
A rosebud mouth, a whispered sigh,
As tiny fingers flutter by.
A world of wonder, fresh and new,
Reflected in a morning dew.
A gentle breath, a peaceful sound,
Where purest innocence is found.
A precious gift, a love so true,
A baby’s heart, forever true.
My Poetic Style 
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