A mother's endearment
In the vast realm of this wretched misery
There lives a prowess, with an ardent melody;
She emanates the beacon of her loving light
She is my bastion, in times of blight;
Her adoring caresses parries my solitude
For her inextensible grace, I couldn't repay my gratitude;
Her wise adorned with limitless dexterity
For none could ameliorate her mind's sagacity;
Her unwavering support, instigated with love
stands at the zenith, on the pinnacle above.
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