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that night we curled up on the overturned table made of narra and what served as our roof was a piece of plywood - the wooden board we put un..

...yet words is never enough.

The dimness is beckoning my mind, my hands to cease, to rest. Why not? If he, the powerful sun, All-embracing,all-encompassi..

One has a comely face The other is an evil They say But why I feel They are the same Extreme Distressing Makes me A fo..

You.Yes it is youNow in unhidden viewIn this silent untidy nightDare I say,you are the only light--

How can a bird born to fly Lives in a cage to sit? How can a woman born to joy Must wear veil in her head that forbids her to spread her w..

suddenly, I realized--that if my mind freed my heart I could have lived ; in the armor of your love .

Foolish I was, to have looked in the mirror of your soul dove into your core swayed into your sweet song Foolish I was, to have ..

~ on motherhood ~

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