My kind mother, my paradise,
When closed her eyes,
My earth got lost
Fast in darkness. Now frost
Grows on eyelids.
I am now a motherless kid
Like a tree without soil,
Like a fish without water.
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My Mother
Poem
My kind mother, my paradise,
When closed her eyes,
My earth got lost
Fast in darkness. Now frost
Grows on eyelids.
I am now a motherless kid
Like a tree without soil,
Like a fish without water.
