I couldn't erase those beautiful paintings 
Which my childhood pasted on my clear mind
Still they are bright, vivid and reflective
And these make me obscure for I know not
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            Why you left me mom to sink in sea of years? 
My heart throbs as I am going to die with you! 
My chopped heart will never recoup now, mom! 
I am still coaxing, my forlorn heart in disguise.
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