The gaze of a mother seems distant but fierce,
the heart lies open, withered and pierced.
Our minds diverged, yet our eyes the same,
who else is there, but I to blame.
If only we could revert back to the light,
for that would be a wondrous sight.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
The gaze of a mother seems distant but fierce,
the heart lies open, withered and pierced.
Our minds diverged, yet our eyes the same,
who else is there, but I to blame.
If only we could revert back to the light,
for that would be a wondrous sight.
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