The starting line in this place, here you'll find another face. An unknown you come to being, open eyes forever seeing. At this stage, you are new, there is nothing much to do. Eat, sleep, watch the scene, be a part of the living dream. Voices coo, vibrations sound, colors swim through sky and ground. Reflecting on this circle spin, here is where you've once been. Words had yet to take on meaning, the goal this time was finish weaning.
What are you? Stop by Wednesday for the answer.
I gave you a clue!
When one is a baby would be my guess.
ReplyDeleteA new baby.
ReplyDeleteGuessing a baby.
ReplyDeletea baby born indeed
ReplyDeleteA young baby, for sure. Nice photo!
ReplyDeleteTeeny tiny baby feet?
ReplyDeleteI am going with baby too.
ReplyDeleteBetty
Yes, I guess baby too.
ReplyDeleteBirth day! "The starting line in this place."
ReplyDeleteA baby....a little baby that hopefully doesn't look like Winston Churchill:)
ReplyDeleteI am going to guess baby because of the cooing ♡♡♡
ReplyDeleteA newborn baby?
ReplyDeleteBaby seems to be my answer too.
ReplyDeleteWow, what a beautiful poem/riddle for soon to be mothers. My guess is a newborn baby.
ReplyDeleteHi DMS - new life ... lovely to think about the cuddly times - cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteA baby! ^_^
ReplyDeleteIndeed - a baby :)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem/riddle about a precious new life!
ReplyDeleteThis is a precious newborn baby.
ReplyDeleteI got lost in the prose. Beautiful.
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