My Mother - A Fantastic Blossom, - Poem by Liza Sud
My mother - a fantastic blossom,
like on a flowerbed - lies on the couch.
She has the sound of girlish voices
of twenty years when she talks.
she has so many intonations
as happy as from native fields,
and when she laughs in conversations -
the world smiles at me with more gleam! -
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