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The pure blue of my mother’s eyes
Reminds me of the sky.
The glory of her beautiful eyes
Reminds me of shiny stars.
Every wrinkle on her face
Reminds me of earth’s rivers,
And a silver of her hair
Like snow on a mountains.
And she’s waiting days and nights,
Wondering when daughter will be back,
Wondering when she can hug
And sing sweet lullaby.
Even though you’re far
You’re always in my heart,
In my dreams, and in my thoughts.
Don’t get upset my dearest mom.
I will be back in your arms,
I will be back very soon,
Like starry night’s moon.
You will sing lullabies
Deeply looking in my eyes.