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For my beautiful mother, |
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| Tracing back along the red ribbon |
| to the central force, safely hidden, |
| when our thoughts were entwined |
| and your rhythm began mine. |
| Silently feeling in the warmth |
| a pure love, a real love, |
| a calm we’re all seeking to repeat, |
| that incredible still and comfort, |
| as if life were complete |
| just at the very beginning... |
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© Sara Smerdon |
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