Silvertrove
Monday, January 16, 2017
16. Sleeping Child
Little child, my heart is full.
With your sweet face you light my soul.
Your gentle breathing, soft and sweet
Has got me dancing on my feet.
Sleeping, silent, calm, and dear,
You bring me only hope and cheer.
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