Mother
By pinda
Mon, 10 Sep 2012
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Rainbows, clouds, the deep blue sky,
Glittering birds that fly so high
Out of fragments you made me whole,
From elements you weaved, you made my soul
Mother because of you I was given life,
Because of you, no struggle or strife
From your being I was miraculously born,
The day you leave this world, I will mourn
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