Mother

From her breast
Life breathes
Like flowering rivers
Like sacred love cells
Pulse heavenly rythmes
Pulse life itself.

In her eyes love dwells
Whilst others’ love proceeds
Soft touched caresses and feels
The Eden’s Roses smells.

Your inner child feeds, lives
As long as she lives.

    

 Socalledpoetry of Biba

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