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Maa
#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace, your bosom makes my heart warm and haze.
I love you even,
when I'm angry mom,
don't...
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace, your bosom makes my heart warm and haze.
I love you even,
when I'm angry mom,
don't...
