Pouring Out Her Heart
At times, I sank low
At times, I felt on top of the world
Questioning why ebb and flow.
Why the bitterness creeps in, I asked?
Nobody knows, I wept for night to over
Memories of my mother kissing on my cheeks!
Wish I could fly back to her before dead separate us.
I wish I wish ……
Growing in her wings was like having sugarplum.
Nostalgic dream, while holding forth her care
Would it‘d be enough if I live for her
At any cost, pouring out her heart.
Simply cherishing her boundless love!
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