She seats at the top
Of a mountain
Wounded by thousand
Of wars
And yet she is ready
Strong as ever
Ready to fight
The arrows of lies
The deceiving words
That breaks her heart
Every single time
She still stands
A believer of love
And happiness
She holds her sword
With pride
Because she knows
It is not a lost cause
And she will win the
Final battle!
Breaking Water
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
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