Finally,
I became her own son;
*

Late at night
I was in a deep vision;
A Woman in black,
Tired and looking very ugly
Dressed casually,
Half ****; but thirstily,
Calm, yet vibrant,
Carrying vessels of milk
on her two  *******;
her head was covered by a veil;
but her face was as bright as the
burning Sun;


Finally,
I became her own son

To drink from her vessels of life;
I became her own son and
She is my own mother……
*
By
Williamsji Maveli

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