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Her bosom, a benign citadel
that usher gentle gurgles in tender decibels
her gentle pats like a xylophone rhythm
taking away snivels and whimpering
smiles easing the soul of burden
clasped to her is like a lullaby unsung
like a fortress carved in flesh
where the spirit litters and roam
freely nestling in home.
Her affection, spreads like ripples
words of wisdom so subtle
she's a shelter from the dew
my succor when the evening is hue
tilted in pestilence and altercations
she's the calmness to my smouldering embers
a gyration of psalms to my troubled spirit
life is magnified through the pen
a cheer when I'm cowering in darkened alley
like a burst of elevation from a valley
she's the couplet that concludes the ballad
a fragile strength that camouflages weaknesses
Mother's calming embraces a celestial touch
that torches the fiery furnace
She's equipped with a jukebox of love
like the sunset that coruscate the rainbow colours
dazzling into me like courage
she's a mother's graceful cradle
my fountain of strength.
WRITTEN & SPOKEN BY @JOSEDICCUS
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