The sleeping child.

The sleeping child.

The child is sleeping calmly.
Its face is smeared with innocence.
Mucous is bubbling from its mouth.
It is in dream world,
far away from mundane reality.

When it will awake,
it will try to stand on its legs
but it will fall again and again
until it can stand on its own legs,
as if iron is striking repetedly to get shape.

When it will get shape,
it'll no more innocent.
Its simplicity will disapper.
Then It'll be edged.
Will be deserved for struggle in life.