Mother, it is so sad and strange here. Other trees grow here and noone knows silence here. Mother, dont think that I am complaining. I regret only the dreams childish days, my days. I see our house again, and you, mother, inside I recall the old maple dark and high as smoke Mother, I am calling your name You are again by my side just as it used to be. Mother, I am cradling you in my heart Letter I am writing to you Dark as this night. It is not true, mother, tomorrow I will send another letter It allright, mother, just as it was meant to be and you, mother, sleep, its still the night, sleep well.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 22:28:23 +0000
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