domingo, maio 11

no lindo dia das mães mortas pela morte dos seus…


where have all the feelings gone?…

why has all the laughter ceased?…

why am I loved only when I’m gone?…


how can I ever feel again?…

given the chance would I return?…


i’ve never felt so alone in my life

as I drank from a cup which was counting my time


my children bless me and keep me forever…


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Helena Moloco

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