When Life goes in Depression
She doesn’t question the goals she set for herself
But in her fallen crest she murmur
The beautiful goals I birth for me
I cannot nourish them for long with my zeal
She is depressed for her children, yet to flourish
A mother wretched by Nature’s adamant will.
She is so sad but yet awaits
So dull but yet aware
Though the dream to get pregnant once more
Dismay her but yet so luring
She hides them in her visions, against Nature’s glimpse
She is so poor, yet she breathes in riches
She lacks the time, but yet she yearns to conceive for eternity.
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