I MISS.. ELENA MARIN

 Of the place, my dear
 I miss my doorstep
 The bat, the porch
 I miss my dear mother's face.

 I miss the water in the well
 I miss the apple tree in the garden
 I miss the sulfine flower
 And the nun, my good one.

 I miss the grass in the meadows
 From my mother, sweet words
 With that, it always soothes me
 And my peace, my soul
 I miss you, I miss you, I miss you ...

 I miss the gentle eyes,
 serene
 I miss her gentle face
 Icon, dear to the soul
 my
 I loved you and I will love you
 always.

 I carry you, in my heart and in my mind
 I will never forget you
 Dear mother, unique and expensive
 word.

 Of which, it will always be me
 longing
 And I can't, it soothes easily
 I miss you, I miss you, I miss you ...

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 15.12.2019