My head on her lap, I see her With my lips on her hand, I kiss her Blood with soothing cool wave runs Oh how lovely is my mother A sacred body, the sublime whole Immortal she is, so I supposed The age brings truth in eyes Death comes, then her heart is iced My world shatters, my heart cries She was not immortal and divine; But a human being bound to die; And my heart cries, aches, and whines With my head on her heavenly lap and my gaze on her dove-like eyes I want to cry For I know that one day Like my mother, all my friends and family shall DIE And I, like the letter "I" shall always remain alone now this is what I am, and this is all I know
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Monday, 6 July 2015
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