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A Mom's

Heart

The winter has arrived,

Freezing every single thing:

The deserts,

The animals,

The people,

The Olympic torch,

The night,

The sun,

And even life.

This winter, they used said, will never melt again;

However, there is still life in this world,

A location where procreation is possible,

A mom’s heart.

A cup of love,

A tablespoon of feelings,

A drop of protection,

And a pinch of angriness;

Her ingredients.

The frosty breeze is spreading,

Covering and layering the Earth’s surface with ice.

The coldness’ power extinguishing every single form of life,

An apocalypse, they used to say.

But there it lays,

A mom’s heart,

Piping hot,

Roasting up the fragments of icicles that wished to kill it,

Trying its best to remain alive

And bring deep affection to someone’s future life.

The steaming blood,

Mixing the particles,

Gluing the pieces,

Resolving the mysteries,

And finding the solution.

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