The cruel bites of mom – K.B

The cruel bites of mom

 

 

She’s always there,
Guarding the doors
Of Hell like Cerberus
Made so mad
In her mother instincts
By the world’s obligations
That she can be dangerous
But futile.

High, higher up,
There is an untainted
Source of silver,
May it shower
On mankind !

Higher up, there is
A garden of all virtues
In which you can
Pick up healing fruits.

 

 

K.B

 
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