catmartan
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CATEGORY
life
Clinging closely inside her waist
she nourish me, from her tongue
of taste
I am spinning cartwheels,use of no hands
standing upright,unbalanced head stands
when in pain,I feel her frown
any spoken word,I hear her sound
late at night when she lay to rest
I snuggle closer,beneath her breast
the unity,the bond we share
theres no greatness to compare
when she whisper and talk to me
her familiar voice , gives me peace
there is no other far and above
she breaks the barrier, a Mother's love.
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COMMENTS
twistedbeauty says: this is a very beautiful poem |
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2b2b2 says: Beautiful....Bravo |
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