Stillness while heartbeats pause awaiting,
In the sterile birthing room, soft whispers of breath,
Looming shadows axiously move in the quiet air,
Every soul held captive in a shared prayer,
New life on the cusp, yet soundless still,
Calming the nervous mother with a gentle touch,
Every heartbeat resumes with the baby's first cry.
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