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Aug 2013
fires raging through fields and forests alike

the colours of mother's faith

second growth sprouting, life out of ashes

the living proof of mother's love

waterfalls crashing down the face of the earth

the sound of mother's tears

leaves caught falling through the sky in autumn

the cast wishes of mother's children

sun rising in the east and setting in the west

*the proof of mother's devotion
for my own mother, melody, and for the earth we all tread so roughly on.

and now i realize that mother is a very odd looking word, after typing it so many times.
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   Timothy
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