Mother Poem: But a dream

Key word: Curiosity


Why do you keep pop-

ping popping into my head

time and time again


curious I sway

pondering on why you stay

caught up day for day

do you not tire from

a mind so blind... Oh , I pray !

from June back to May


in a song you are

captured in photos afar

from a shooting star


lost somewhere i fear

in my heart never to spar

till death releases

patterns of love war

old cobweb nights wiped ajar

for moonlight you are

The End

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