No other but a mother this time..

The petite brown face. Lying horrifyingly mute , pale white sheets. The thin strands of brown sticking out Shouting pleading, For they became devoid of, Of The moist feminine feel The face sometimes  beautiful and gleamed. But all its beauty And purity, for the sake! Blurred- Under the dirtied touches and hand forth marks  OfContinue reading “No other but a mother this time..”

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