We cry for our mother,
Our dear mother who cannot cry.
Who is sacred to the moon and trees,
Eating everything with greed.
But we love her,
And would never disappoint her.
For she is our world.
When she feeds us,
Her sweet honey milk,
We succumb to her light,
And breathe in her life.
We never disappoint her,
As she never disappoints us,
For she is our world.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
