Conception

Here is my window,
Turned to the sea.
Near, my widow
Water the tree.

Also, my granny
Wanna to sing,
And freckled baby
Get on a swing.

He is my heir,
Under the light,
Magical air,
Saving at night.

But casual pain
Go with the lamb.
Slow soaking rain
Look after them.


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