Being a mother

Standing on the edge of all my possibilities I discover each day new ways to fly And new ways to fall I stumble against myself On the way to endless beauty I swimm gently in a see of love like I've never seen before Wondering again and again Who am I now? I am a mother The sum of all I've ever been The starting point of all I'll ever become

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