Fragile Moment

Molly's bright gold curls Spill across my shoulder, Tiny smoothly rounded arms Hug closely in sleep As we rock away the hours. Rush of traffic fades, Blast of horns, siren's whine, Flow of human activity slows As peace of the universe Becomes Molly's and mine!

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