Features of mother's beauty,

Flying away are the birds of my dreams.

Her golden voice,

Casting a spell around.

Which ensnares and bounds,

Those silky trees of her's she have let down.

Her eyes will knit such fortunate dreams,

With the beads of fragrance.

It's true, mother's love is exceptional.

Surely, it is.

💖💖💖

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