Distorted Glass


The iris and pupils in their eyes adjust to the shining light coming through from the sun that refracts in the hobnail distortion of glass,
While they remain safety in the warm arms of their father,
Without the fear of falling that is on their mind,
A visual seeing distance of a few inches in front, doesn’t match to the voice recognition
, of the vocal cords that come from your mouth that can speak life or death,
As they begin to grow, I don’t hope, I already know that they will have a heart for people and grow……………
By: ObligatoryInsightPoet

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