My mother caressed me in my craddle,
Fed me on her body's milk,
Protected me from the heat with the shadow of her face,
Weaving the rays of life's magic like an angel
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" I am young, but old in misery, Motherless and fatherless, a sister merely a dream, And now I'm singing to my youth: " You are fantastic....
A refined poetic imagination, Walter W. Safar. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
The mind and the body are always traveling in different routes but a thin line of compromise, the obedience is mature and old and rebellion is young and foolish, this is like a vision/dream from young to old or the opposite, great poetry thanks for sharing WW. Safar.
I am young, but old in misery, Motherless and fatherless, a sister merely a dream, And now I'm singing to my youth: „I am lighting a glow on the path of dreams - Not like a mighty night guard, But like a humble playful firefly - To cast light on many a path. Young dreamer, follow this traveller's song To your home - Where love is a welcome guest To give its life and warmth to everyone... ....it wins my heart.....
o wide hand it's a big cell from the one cell it begets crore cells it's a love it's life travels port to port route to route father to mother husband to wife soul to soul as living cosmic gene.........../// beautiful poem
Dear child, you shall leave your arbour early, To adorn the world like a bird" While my mother moistened my face with tears, I saw the sun rising, ....i am lighting a glow on my paths of dreams.. again and again your poetic soul sings beautiful songs dear poet. tony
This is similar to my poem MOMS SMILES Did u read it as yet Kindly ur a loverly poetry WWS
Fate had put its noose on, Dragged my mother up above among the angels - As if light escaped me - And pushed me onto the path of dreams. Beautiful writings on a life after death. tony