If the breeze
Brings to your memorie
The sweet smell of me
And the sound of the night
Sneaks into your dreams
murmuring on your ear
The glorious rythm of my name...
Tell me if for a chance
I occupy a minuscule space
On the vast dimension
Of your guarded heart!
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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