The womb, a sanctuary, pure and deep , Where life begins to creep. The womb, a carrier of kings, A sofa for queens. The womb, a route to mortality, A bringer of our progeny. The womb, a haven, warm and secure, Where dreams and hopes evolves. The womb, a vessel, fragile and strong A passage to this life we belong. The womb, the Lord's own, A gift beyond our own. The womb, a cradle, gentle and kind, Where humanity entwines. The womb, a sacred space, An incomparable place. Patrick Ekong ©
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