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Jul 19
Mother brings a lot off memories
The first perfume I smelt was hers as I snuggled in her arms.
Years later when Angels needed her more than me I realized that she wore no perfume all her life, what I smelt was her love for me.
Now I know why angels look so beautiful it's because you and many a mother is there to braid their hair just right.
Written by
Ashok Manikoth  50/M/UAE
   Ciel Noir, Aparna and Imran Islam
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