A blessed Sunday to you all. I hope you’re doing good and keeping safe wherever you are.

Today I have another piece to share with you, and as usual, it is an extract from that book of mine which is yet to be published.

Here is what my heart has picked for you:

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Two bleating kids on the farmland
wander up and down in the forest,
mightily searching for their dear mother.

Climbing up and down the mountain,
they fondly miss those high moments
when they drained milk from her…

The day they escaped her womb,
it was her crying…
Now she has left;
they lament from dawn to dusk.

Two bleating kids on the farmland
wander up and down in the bushes,
but can’t find their dear mother.

Lesson

Crying is just a matter of time. We all tend to cry when fate changes tides.

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Poet: Born Bright

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