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The love of a mother
Despite all my lies,
The harmless ones and the harmful ones,
Which did some damage to our mutual trust,
Despite some of my mischief,
And may be some hurting words……..
You still look at me,
With worry lies, running on your forehead,
And tell me that I am innocent
And am unaware of the ways of the world…
And you worry as to how I would survive,
The honesty of your words,Glistening in those tears, you hold back!
2 comments:
ammaaaa....
good one
@tamilan
thanks!
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