"one day i too, ♫ shall be there"

swirl, mother to me,
i beckon you please,
to come tarry a light while
with my bleeding soul
for you.
voices swirl and surround
from distant worlds.
mother and child small
determined
as the constant oak.

his chorused ones lull me
to where you are. one day
i too, shall be there.

for ♫my mother
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
14feb09
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