Friday, March 1, 2013

PUBLISHED by MyStoryLives



THE MOTHER & the NIGHT

The mother that calls for
her daughter in the
dead of night
will do well to let
her be: bless her to
           release her to
           her own destiny.

You can’t gather the
ocean in the
cup of your hands.
A dove has to fly away
if it’s ever to
return to you.

Thnk U Editor/Publisher of MyStoryLives, Dc Ricci.

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