A chimes of notes of an angels hair
the chant of a lullaby.
On the cradle rests a mother watching her baby,
We come n vein to see a new sharpness
out of the light into the darkness!
Through the tunnel of holy city
that thrives on the news press.
One can get the melody
nested in the hub creativity!
Astounded the news on the summer glows
between the glades of the prose!
Here it is a formatted to leave
a place to nurture and breath!
A love of the clarity be seen inside taken in each stride,
A learning curve of flotilla of grace,
a love of pure for your embrace!