Dear my lovely Steemians,

Mother and father...
This feeling continues piqued miss
The eyes were not closed in view of your shadow.
I open the piece of paper to reveal the melancholy

I prayed endlessly
I do not know to express this longing
but only with the string of words as a balm for the heart

mother...
father...
Nostalgia is like gripping spirits
I limp lands on Earth
There was great power rise
stand up and move forward

I want to go through this with an abundance of happiness and smiles
I do not know until when this longing awake with prayer
until when this yearning incarnated

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