Birth
Breathing in
And out
As tears cascade down
From eyes that have
Not yet seen light
Down her gentle
Features until they
Reach the cliff
Of her face and
Drop to the floor
-splash.
But no one saw
This small drop
Of ocean hit
The stained tile
And move the
Dirt in its path
As it's particles
Dispersed.
No one saw
The end of
This small ocean's life
As they were too
Emersed in the start
Of another
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