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Love Mother love ,Infuse divine spirit , You alone in this universe To a child ,-that miracle merit . More of the Ganges' holy-water , Your milk through the child flow , With your smile , The child changes its profile , And with your aura , it glows . Your watching eye ever casts , Fence as girdle to sustain care , Your azure wish ever cherishes , To make the Innocence fair to fair . Trillion oceans are trivial ponds , When the depth of your love the child shares , No full-moon is so glorious when the sky is bare , And the Earth can never give birth , As the Mother –Kali through you does , The whole humans stand to salute , The Unified-Field of your love on Earth . Love Sarah love , Fill Sharon’s cup , And endow her to unburden your grief , The hellish holocaust , Must have a psychic burst , To give the hanging morbid a relief . From your bower , hour by hour , 'The Orphan Shoes' gains ground , And for your pains ,it would unchain , The aboriginal sins world around . Love Mother love ,Infuse divine spirit , You alone in this universe To a child ,-that miracle merit .
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Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
Mother’s Love -Dedicated To Sarah And Her Sharon
Love Mother love ,Infuse divine spirit , You alone in this universe To a child ,-that miracle merit . More of the Ganges' holy-water , Your milk through the child flow , With your smile , The child changes its profile , And with your aura , it glows . Your watching eye ever casts , Fence as girdle to sustain care , Your azure wish ever cherishes , To make the Innocence fair to fair . Trillion oceans are trivial ponds , When the depth of your love the child shares , No full-moon is so glorious when the sky is bare , And the Earth can never give birth , As the Mother –Kali through you does , The whole humans stand to salute , The Unified-Field of your love on Earth . Love Sarah love , Fill Sharon’s cup , And endow her to unburden your grief , The hellish holocaust , Must have a psychic burst , To give the hanging morbid a relief . From your bower , hour by hour , 'The Orphan Shoes' gains ground , And for your pains ,it would unchain , The aboriginal sins world around . Love Mother love ,Infuse divine spirit , You alone in this universe To a child ,-that miracle merit .
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Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
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