my mother's eyes stared upon my newborn self with a type of happiness that only child birth can bring
her brown eyes gazed upon me with a look of adoration
I wish to keep this joy for as long as I live
as a reminder that the love I am provided never runs out in her heart
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Crossing the dark moon
PoetryIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
