Mother, you always put curtains of blood on my window saying: it prevents the dark and passes the light.
You always talked about rainbows and colors and my life is in black and white.
Mother, you always talked about freedom and life,
But... I was surrounded by walls because you were scared of kites.
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Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with insight. Thanks for sharing Soly.
Very lovely poem dear friend....poetess..thanks.....////
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