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Mother's Cheeks 7/29/20

Each and every day our eyes continue to mingle in sunlight
As we heed in the darkness in the cause of our curiosity
But how countless are the times we attempt to receive such sight,
Not a single one was a success for she embraced me from my impurity

When we existed in this lovely world currently in a slow motion,
My tiny gentle hands were crumpling no cloth but to your rosy cheeks,
My soft feet were only just in the depth of your innocent tone
And my eyes were wet for it always whispered about your praises

How pitiful it is to grow old and see petals of a rose falling down,
Those little lullabies and little fantasies I always heard will be surely be missed
For even the songs were starting to decay and the happy faces were turning to frown,
For we grow old, we wrinkle our cheeks, we wrinkle the moments that makes us bliss

So perceive what we perceive in a bay with an ending beautiful sunset
For we are not the only ones who perceive it, so are you,
We enjoy the very last ray of sunlight we can reach at the moment
For the sky is now darkening and our world is changing, so are you.