It’s the very first recognition of a mother’s eyes

When you can touch the love, kiss the love and feel the love

Eventually things starts to fall into place like a volcanic plate

The forest burnt with the fire starts to heal

Every time we touch, we mess we re create

Another very fascinating observation is that even if it ends

It remains

I can be everywhere I want and he would follow me

Golden raspberry on the cake

Life is decorated with golden plates

Suddenly all those thoughts vanish and starts a new day

I can be around him, not so far not so cold

Yet when I receive him I am complete

Together is the word

Holy and slowly everything makes sense

Things that I missed and things which left me

To somewhere the prayers go

Love resides


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