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Mother, mother
Watch you from the heavens as tears dot my eyes?
Speak to me oh mother, let me hear your voice
Descend oh mother, let me see your face
For it has become only a blur
And your voice an echo so distant my mind cannot retrieve it anymore
I miss you so mother
And I have forgotten you so
All that is left of your memory,
Is this coin that warms my hand so
For I have held it since the sun's rise and the moon's rise
Yet I cannot understand why have you given it to me?
I am in much misery right now mother, oh you cannot imagine!
I have run away from home and traveled with no direction
I am lost mother!
There is no one to listen to me, I am lost!
So, what shall I do with this coin oh mother!
See you not my reddened face,
And my slim arms?
I am weak and failed!
Mother, I beg you, answer!
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Across the earth's horizons: A journey to peace
PoetryZayed, a young man, ventures out in the wild as he succumbs to distress after the loss of his mother. He travels with no destination in mind, meeting high trees in mazed forests and bleak nights atop lonely hills. As he trudges so and weeps so, tho...
