Little heartbeat
Little flesh
Little fist
Little eyes
Little cells huddled together
Gasping a breath of shared warmth
In the face of inception's winter
The black gaping hole
With features beyond figment
An end or a start?
A full stop or a semicolon?
A little packet of existence
Wrapped tight in roots of probabilities
Gently shaking in the stream of destiny
- Naychi
late 2018
Asia Tawin Hospital, Yangon, birth of baby cousin
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