Whenever I see darkness, I miss my mother. 

My tigress, my floating Lilly. 

Always trying to hide tornadoes inside her smile, 

I don’t think men can do that…infact I don’t think anyone else can do that. 

Only mothers have that wand of dragon fires. 

She will spoil you, she will take you right where it matters…she knows all. 

Sometimes I have seen her smiling with one drop of water in her one eye…

That’s the most poetic gravity there is. 

Maa, I don’t want to wonder around this contamination…

give me shadows…give me your dreams…don’t make me leave your roots of salvation.

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Painting: A.B.Kaser.