Он сплетает судьбы, точно паук, И уже почти не помнит молитв, Только в тишине вдруг замкнулся круг – Воплотился миф. Отступила затхлость и умер тлен, Заплясали искры в гранях оконных, Дым от свеч застыл между райских роз Золотым венцом...
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with you is in November Mother's Day. with us in May.
A Mothers Love
To some love is just a word To me it's a feeling A feeling I get every time I look into your eyes A feeling I get when I realize your my mom A mom who loves, shares, A mom who inspires Unconditionally What's that? That's love A mothers love, but only you would know And me You returned that love time and time again Possibly to much, nevertheless you did Thank-you Thank-you for being there when I needed you most For being my rock when I should have been yours Thank-you for believing in me, even when I doubted myself For being the one person I could trust No matter what, no matter where But most of all thank-you for being you-my mom A mom I am so proud to claim I love you Now and forever