A common space for harmonic peacemakers
Out of love you will be set free.
I felt you move in me before you were ever born.
Then from out of my loins you came forth.
Little by little you began to mature.
I gave you heart... I gave you soul,
I gave you eyes,
And hands to hold.
All I can give you now are wings to fly and a name.
I think I shall call you....A Poem.
Welcome new born..., thank you Durl !
A very unexpected ending...
Yes, Thank you. I can really see and understand this process.