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What shall I write, from where shall I start
……..A Mother is a Blessing, she is God’s Art,

She knows Everything, what one cant find,
And what’s in your heart, and what’s on your mind

She made choose by myself, what’s right & what’s wrong,
She hates to see me weak, she always made me strong

For everything painful, for everything tragic …..
Shes got a medicine, she’s got a magic

Like the sunshine, Like the morning Dew
Her Love is Pure, Her Love Is True!

by Amna Naseem
Tripoli, Libya

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