Paper Listens

Unheard

I’m already here,
inside you Mama.
I stay up at night,
listening to your heart.

I’m finally here,
in your warm hands Abbu.
But I feel really tired,
like I might slip away…
any moment…
now.

I love you.
I’ll see you soon.
I’ll find you when we all wake up again.

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