The moonlight glints off his hair
Casting a silvery glow
Betraying the golden nature
Of his soft, curly hair
The soft pale light
Gives a milky pallor
To his smooth, perfect skin
While giving his slightly parted lips
An unnaturally dark cast
His eyes, closed and relaxed
Hide their sky blue brilliance
The long eyelashes,
Slightly damp with tears
Recently shed
His soft breathing,
Catching occasionally
At half remembered sobs
Any second, you almost expect
Angel wings to sprout
From his back
This beautiful, angelic child
Hard to believe he is the same child
Who just screamed his way to bed
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