Saturday, May 11, 2013

@ Epitome Of Womanhood Comments

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She was roots, stems and leaves;
The color of vibrant fabrics, dark shrouds, crimson love.
A vegetative self, all given up, to an instinctive survival.
She would breathe love, she her children, and grandchildren.
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Sadiqullah Khan
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