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Mama
TS (17/8/1980 / Kuwait)

Mama

when my cheeks are full
of the valleys made by the tear
and when my eyes are just gone
after my dreams that are not near
my mind would still not gone
with its memories and its fear
but time had to be later gone
and I, I might not be so dear

but before my mouth go mute
in the beginning of everything I do
shall I remember thy kind flute
in the trend of thy voice of the meadow
that reigned over the heart's bad and good
that lighted this dark body with some hue
so, all I can say in this simple note
is simply just, Mama, I love you

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so cute just mama i love uuuuuuuuuu
awww.. this is such a beautiful poem with an amazing flow! well done :) HBH