Closer as she comes
Weary flowers blossom anew.
Wounded heart seems to forget
Its ache.
Perplexed soul halts wandering,
As lips rise with the purest smile.
She sights beauty
In your despondency
A Mother’s love
That heals the world.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
Closer as she comes
Weary flowers blossom anew.
Wounded heart seems to forget
Its ache.
Perplexed soul halts wandering,
As lips rise with the purest smile.
She sights beauty
In your despondency
A Mother’s love
That heals the world.
Inspired by my Mother and dedicated to each and every other one.
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