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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Let me……….Let me … Let me in….. Let me in, I want you, I miss you…… Mum! Let me... Let me... Let me... Mum Lead me! As something inside me is burning, Let me be, let me! Be me, Face of Stella get in and be with me! I want you tell me everything is gona be okay, Now let me write the spectrum between death and life of my mother, I’m clement about my mum even when deceased and vanished. I always heed to her spirits even when I know it’s a myth. Mum without you, no me, no words, I would have transcribed, Nothing is synonymous to you, mother Because the love I feel for you is eternal. I’m one lucky guy, my mum is in heaven, I, am still in haven. There’re flashes I remember, I remember talking to my mum when I’m a sleep, And then, when dawn ruptured, indeed I recollected everything she had told me, She told me, “When you start from nadir, you can glimpse zenith.” My mum holds my hand and fills the gaps in between my fingers, when no one else can, Gad dam it, that was just a hallucination but I fondle it. My mother played her position, I’m playing my cards and My numbers are bingo! I perceive and heed to her voice every nightfall, My mum whispers to my ears saying, “Cling on to ecstasy my son.” I’m with you. She may be gone, But her soul is wiggling with God, mine mingles with hers! Let me accolade my mum, Even when evil always wheels from North to south, my aegis is my mum, My mum is my afflatus in my acreage. My mum left me callow, She vanished during my juvenile stint, But I’m pursuing and so far opened new leaflets and lucrative I am now, The canons suggest that the dead are not dead, They just switched to the phantom zone, So her soul is mythical in my presence, But In the back of my mind, my mum is animate. Face of Stella is me. Mother, these are my words to you. In loving memory of my Queen Mother #Stella ©Bryan De poet ©Tsi
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