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Mother and child

You are my early morning

Winter dream

 

Your touch is like

Chilling wind on my face

 

Have ever seen your

Tiny feet play around …

In my mind

 

I could even hear your

Sweet sounds in my ears

And would start searching

 

Would like to watch you

Just for fondling

 

 

Always wished I could see you

Till yesterday..

I just felt like child play

 

You suddenly disappeared

From my dreams

 

Swinging the cradle

And waiting for you to come

 

Will you not come along?

My sweetie

 

Cannot sleep well and tiered, please come to me my dear

 

Will you not come to me ever?

I am shattered and need you

Have you found my sweet little baby?

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Jun 18, 2013
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