Flowers bloom to the fullest,
Garden of colours and aroma;
Fresh turf covering at full stretch,
A pleasant place for my mama.
A heart that lacks blooming, like mine,
Colours shall fade and perfumes evaporated;
Like dried and wasted grass, that’s how I feel,
Mama’s death came and it wasn’t anticipated.
Clear sky overpowered by the blazing sun,
No clouds to dampen the beautiful...
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