She is as fierce as a gladiator, yet an elegant melody. That is what I love about her. We are not exactly distant neither far. One could say we are like water and fire. Like a merry-go-round On cold days, we would be sour. On sunny days, we would be as sweet and vibrant like spring flowers. At times I would loath her, from the knives of words she would throw. Yet that loathing wouldn't last a second, as my love for her outshines any hatred that grows between us. My mother, sometimes a bother, never fails me to love her.
Wednesday, April 19, 2023
My Beloved Merry-go-round
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