A Mother's Love
A mother's love for her child surpasses that of any power in any milieu.
For the measure of its power is infinite to null in any dune or plateau.
The visions of a mother and child would sate the ferocity of any carnivore.
Such is the hearty heavenly hypnosis where rage quells itself in its score.
A mother nurturing a child is but the greatest deed of all that exists to be good.
For a child shunned by its society to the status of an urchin, its mother would give it food.
A child may puke and vomit unto the point of its dehydration for all of life to ...