Mother
Mother thy land by all means utter
to find depth an need hug e're
Thy spirit by vast immensely blast
run through veins encouragingly fast
Yet a cold field remains in thy heart
for th' dear yet of a son that hurt
That bird in his hand of all others
caught most beautiful eyes from e're
Withheld miracles for hundreds to sigh
then relief after pain lie
A mass of hundreds distant
reserving a place to lament
Followers that of thy peace prevailed
for belief to enhance alone thus failed
Mountains craved to wail for thy wound to bear
there was no doubt hence but thou couldn't wait
Your call mother doth doubt my belief
for i wail just as thou keep stiff
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