In the breeze, the cold frigid air races towards your beauty leaving marks of despair through the tracks of your kindle touch.

Like a prey you had set your eyes on the golden rims of a misunderstood kingdom

only some knew what you’re heart sold for, They all understood the language of your glistening eyes

A strong leopard that protected its children, a leopard who walked along a damned road cursed with regret and carved with suffering, that is what you lived for.

you are a lioness, the one who strides with freedom along your terrain,

You are a butterfly that adds beauty to its touch

You are a flower, wrinkling down for decomposing

You are my mother, the one who shall live on forever.