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The Constant
#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
The strength of my Youth bursts forth on your wings,
Right in the eye of the storm,into my heart you sing
My paths are not clear,but your presence is sure
-Eddie Zuta
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
The strength of my Youth bursts forth on your wings,
Right in the eye of the storm,into my heart you sing
My paths are not clear,but your presence is sure
-Eddie Zuta
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