A letter to my mom
The initial expression of beauty I saw in you, mother All qualities of life that you have taught me By giving this opportunity to be alive To feel and to live, and to live better... How tenderly you held me What all days and nights you have took care of me, that I could never return With all your love you have made me, Who I am today... It is important to tell you mother, How much you mean to me, Otherwise, all days would just pass by, And today, I wanna tell you How much I'm grateful to have u in my life The first reflection of God I'd seen in you Those things that you have done for me That I don't even know about You made me who I am today, Mom Even in your scoldings, there is so much love Though I can never return all the care of a mother What she does for her child is a boundless universe But can only pass it on as you have taught me... And I love you till eternity for that...
2019-05-12 13:32:10
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Kendrick
Thats a very heartfelt poem.
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2019-05-13 23:05:08
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Palak Verma
@Kendrick thank you ❤❤❤
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2019-05-14 07:07:12
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Не скажу "люблю"
Знаєш, складно Тебе любити й не сказати. Тебе кохати і збрехати, Що зовсім іншого люблю, І що до тебе не прийду. Знаєш, той "інший" мене теплом своїм зігріє. Зачарує і поцілує, А ти сиди там далі сам, І йди назустріч виючим вітрам. Тобі вже більше не скажу своє я болісне "люблю"... А просто відпущу і почуття у собі похороню.
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