Talking to Mom

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Desires and destinies all stay away,
When the minutes of glee arrive,
Moments when I talk to you, Mom! And will till i'm alive.

When there is some fight or rebel,
Or any point of pain to me,
Your consolation reborns my soul,
And makes me light and free.

When you are amid me, mom! Life just transforms and boosts,
Puzzles seems to be little challenges,
And makes them easy to shoot.

When there are tears in my eyes,
You take them as pearls indeed,
Precious you consider them, While to me they are rotten weed.

Talking to you, mom! is just like,
A conversation with the mirror of life,
So nice and pretty your words are,
But approaching, sharp as knife.

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