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The cry of the mother who weeps
at the sight of her unexpected stillborn
deafens me,
I expect to wake up from this foolish nightmare
called life,
and appear in the garden of serenity
where all things good and prosperous
await.
He stares as it draws closer and nods it away, crying
long, brave sighs.
The doors open and she is beckoned by the voices.
The baby is born.