Poem: My Child
By a Falun Gong practitioner

Beckoned towards wondrous firmaments,
Cradled by the unseen,
Hearts unveiled beyond clouded skies.

No walls or darkest tides,
Only mountains climbing immeasurable heights.
A vision mended, fathomable to boundless eyes.

My child, with your horizons unfolding,
Draw every world closer,
Wider under luminous skies.

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