No one could say not for every love that my mother give,
for every sweat fall down in to her skin white,
for every step that she walked
for every sentences that she building when I was trying to cray,
till I'm being old know,
she keep giving love, for every touch and hold, and every sentences that she declare for her girl..to better face the future..
my mother pretty my lover forever..
thanks god for giving me a women in snow heart..
to be continued
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