My Mother
My motherOn old decayed wooden bedI saw you lying mumWith hell of a hopeWith sunken eyesGray hair, shrunken faceLooking at “nothing significant “ roofHoping hopes are unhurt. Hopes like a…
My motherOn old decayed wooden bedI saw you lying mumWith hell of a hopeWith sunken eyesGray hair, shrunken faceLooking at “nothing significant “ roofHoping hopes are unhurt. Hopes like a…
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