Mothers Love (Remove filter)
The Beauty of Earth
The beauty you have is endless
Not satisfied watching you all days.
In all objects O mother, I feel you
As the grass takes a bath with dew,
When the birds are chirping on the tree
The darkness is dispelled and let them free,
When the petal expands the heart
In no time I draw the beautiful art,
The busy bees collecting honey
When spring arrives with a box of money,
In ...
Sunday 26th March 2023 3:03 am
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