pitter patter of baby feet,
on the solid wooden floors,
is there anything more glorious?
the sunset drifting slowly through the window,
bringing beautiful unfiltered colors,
to the open eye,
the dream that causes the worry to fade,
the love that never is going to fade,
the life, and the many stories made,
is there anything more glorious?
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