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| Illustration by Watipaso Wanda |
Your face wore a smile of pride from the start,
And your cheeks sparkled with gratification.
Flashes of hopeful images hovered in your mind.
You nurtured me like a rose of sacred fragrance,
And breathed into my face your wise breath.
You unravelled me from the cocoon of ignorance.
Your toil is to the mind as a little bird is to a cage;
Inscribed down within the cavities of the heart.
To what on the globe shall I compare your courage?
You are a fountain enclosed in middle of nowhere;
A healing bead of dew fallen on a dry tongue.
My gratitude for your love nothing could compare.
And your cheeks sparkled with gratification.
Flashes of hopeful images hovered in your mind.
You nurtured me like a rose of sacred fragrance,
And breathed into my face your wise breath.
You unravelled me from the cocoon of ignorance.
Your toil is to the mind as a little bird is to a cage;
Inscribed down within the cavities of the heart.
To what on the globe shall I compare your courage?
You are a fountain enclosed in middle of nowhere;
A healing bead of dew fallen on a dry tongue.
My gratitude for your love nothing could compare.
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