You are my inspiration
you are my devotion
you are the submission of my life
You stretch your arms
to put me in your bosom
for caressing and nurturing my thoughts
and to make me free.
You are my deliberation
you are my expression
you are the subtle of glee
I adore my sweet memoir
when you spread your wings
to make me fly, to touch the sky
then my infirmity is shriveled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A prayer to the one who nurtures life and provides the means to turn it into a sweet memoir. A feeling of fulfillment flows through the poem beautifully. Thank you.