An inheritance to my soul
An inherited jewellery box sits on the vanity-
My parent's love embedded in each stone.
It is a meal to carry away from home.
When sky turns dark,with no where to go
In problems engulfed is my soul;helps-
vanity of loved meal to sky's soul.
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