Nursery Room

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Hospital Areas

 

Cries of innocence,
From swaddled pinks and blues.

Sweet essence of newborns,

Still hovers free from woes.

Bright Disney characters,
In vigil stand by the walls.
In silence they watch,

Giving cheers to the sick.

Within the corners of this room,

Our new selves were nurtured,

To live to the future.
Today is that future,
Now cares surround us too.

But if at present time,
We can undo life lines,
I would go back in time,

To nursery confines.

And if destiny's gloom,
Can be seen from this room,
Would I bother for once,
To breath and live at all? 

Souls in the nursery room,
Surpassed babies born still.
But even them have no room,
To influence one's fate.

 

 

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