Mother.

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    Mother.

    The scent of her
    beautiful hair
    And
    the smile of
    the sun.

    Her journey to a
    New World,
    hast only begun..

    Our hearts intertwined
    and holding
    to never depart.


    Still,
    I knew always
    She was an angel from the start.




     

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    TheBoy’s Poems (17)

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    Mother. 0
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    Timid 0
    Dice 0
    Voices 2
    Grim 1
    Violet 0
    BEFORE I CONTINUE! 0
    Always Deciding 0
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    The Raven 1
    Lost Wings 1
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    Mist 7