This is my own poetry.
I made it for literary appreciation subject.
I present this poetry to my lovely mom
My mom, My love
Like a flower she looks at me
Like a fire she makes me warm
Full of love, full of soft
With softnes she hugs
With flabbiness she gazes
With fearness she keeps
Full of love, full of soft
Now those hands have weakend
Those eyes have wrinkled
Those body has brittled
But your love will never die
My lovely mom







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