My letter... Hariye jaoa The old brown book(my diary) Erasmos....... Peace.....

My Beautiful Goddess....

U know I am a lonely little Angel..

Going to become a Beautiful Damzel...
I am the May's Bud..
Is always being Cared and Nurtured....
I am God's Little Messenger..
Living within my Mom,protected against any danger...
I feel I am living in a Serene Garden...
But u know "Momma" ,it has the peace,as if i am in Heaven....
Hey mom.....feel me ,I am here....
If any difficulties come,We will together bear.....
Together we will fight against every complexities......
Nothing will part Me from You....
Even you Fail to sustain against any difficulties...
Love you My Momma.....

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