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Thursday, 18 April 2013


I feel the love ,
she always showers .
Still unknown with all its forms ,
but for sure instills pride .

Pride of owing it ,
and sensing a special pleasure .
It can't have a measure ,
just a feel , properly knit .

Present in thrashing also,
like SUGAR leaving residue to tongue .
Its mother's love , I know ,
Which has its awe everywhere .

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