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Guardians of a Gentle Dream
In a moment of quiet trust, one child sleeps,
while two others lean in — not to disturb, but to protect.
Small hands hover, guided by instinct,
as if love itself has learned to stand watch.
In a moment of quiet trust, one child sleeps,
while two others lean in — not to disturb, but to protect.
Small hands hover, guided by instinct,
as if love itself has learned to stand watch.
childhood in its purest form- innocence keeps its own promise.
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