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| This is from the garden of my mother |
I wrote two new poems for you, my reader and my friend.
I moaned through the piercing stabbing pain
I felt a sharp blade penetrated through me...
I felt the tears flowing so willingly..
And as my eyes were blinded by the stung of misery..
I know i had to hold on to my sanity
Words and phrases that interprets my soul
A feeling so great it surpassed time and space
A fleeting ecstasy it shoots to the 7th heaven..
A pain so deep it dragged through the pit of hell
Ah! Alas, Love and only Love can do that to thee