sallam yassin

(05/06/1968 / Hargeisa, Somaliland)

Marmalade jar


Marmalade jar
As morning shine
Sweet MOM
Your heart is honey
Mom
Marmalade jar
As the orangey
Sun u make
The dark Vanish
Mom
Marmalade jar
In the heart
Mom
As the mind
Too mom
The world
I witness
Through your heart
Mom
Marmalade Jar
Marmalade Jar

Submitted: Saturday, May 11, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (5/13/2013 10:29:00 PM)

    Nothing is more beautiful than mother.......jelly a formless love...close the eyes and think mother consists both the form thank well write (Report) Reply

  • Yasmeen Khan (5/13/2013 11:52:00 AM)

    Mom's love is sweet like honey and lightens up darkness like sun, sweet metaphors for a mother's love (Report) Reply

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