My Daughter's Grandmother
leaves wither away in winter. The night is still, with stars.
candles is still lit for peace. to be embrace on holidays
never camouflage for love. sit be heared at anytime.
extend you dreams , you will have approvel.
the river flows endlessly, like love that has courage.
like fowers that go out of season,a worm eaten is welcome
beauty is always there , like a garden that win prizes.
the gray you see as widom shows on
My Daughters Grandmother.
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