The fragile voice of my mother earth,
Flows in my ears since my birth.
The blood streaming in my veins,
Is what i gained from your pain.
Your sight is my only eye,
To poke it,i'll never try.
your sense is my only brain,
I received it from your knowledge's rain.
My mother you're my only pleasure
Above all a precious treasure.
Without your love life's not meant,
Your my God ,you have no end.
My love for you is simple and plain,
But its something no one can explain.
This world is yours and so am I.
Leave me never or I will die.
2007-10-12
06:10:10
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