poem
Mommy, I will remember you
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sense of life is to come and go. Visualize, if I was given one moment to exist, simply a tiny amount of a single cut of my past. Even in my eyes, there is a wave of an ocean And also are tears of hope. Glooms persist, and symbols of emotion remain….
Hear the voices of my broken heart
Hear the voices of my broken heart I want to spend every moment with you, Decorated you with your gifts. The heart needs to reveal to you how much, Indeed, my life is with you, My Love won’t be less for you. Hear the voices of my broken heart, The desire I had. I dream…
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