You caressed with the moon...
what a twist you gave...
I was wondering
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Mom missed. The desire grew. The eyes became darker and darker. The rain started to come out of my eyes
The small things we remember for the rest of our lives. Mothers... they deliver.
when one feels alone and more lonely Then we look up to the moon as a sole beauty and sun we await daily Lovely poem sharing 10+++++
I am so glad ur enjoying my poetry How I wish you also compose some ur a lovely poet may be quite young
Are they ever gone dear friend look in the mirror her smile rest upon your face for we are part of them and they par of us your work brings my mother back who has long been gone from this world Thank You