Mom,you are my homeland
I am still the child who used to hold your hand
I am still the child who hide behind you when i do something wrong
Mom, you are my unique rhythm in a beautiful song
I miss your warm hugs
I miss your warm hands
I miss our fights
And our funny moments
Mom, you are my homeland.
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Thoughts
PoetryThis book is a combination between sad, happy, hopeful and inspiring thoughts pass by my mind. It is a reflection of the combined confused feelings of a lot of people living among us. If you are interested in this book, read it. You will be invo...
