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 ©
Lovely piece. Well written. Kudos, Patrick Ekong. Your name will be heard.
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