(Mothers don't die because they live in the hearts of their children)
When I talk about My mother I am talking about all good mothers in the world I gift them this poem on the occasion of Mother's Day
My mom
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Buccaneers of love
In the love legends
Not resembling the angels
But they are prophets of the hearts
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Cry!
And does the cry avail?
Cry!
On a heart that can’t wail
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Dress up feathers of peacock
Play on tunes of sparrows
Leave the universe
These are sails of love
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Who owns my heart dungeon?
To prison all my lovers
To prison my heart inside my heart
But where is the key?
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Polar bear
Adores the white color
And I adore the sky color
The color of your eyes
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The morning woke up
To flirt with the moon
The sun didn't shine
Because it was shy
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