MAMA


I need a bird in my empty cage Sing lullaby till thy baby rest Cage my thoughts in your love songs Who doesn't┬álove the birds of love labor Without price you sung your labor songs Unschooled in thy conscious servitude You washed my brain with life themes Ear to hear, eyes to see you freely... Continue Reading →

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