Smoked and Blackened temple openings.
Due to constantly burning incense,
Slowly brings back cherished memories
Of our mother’s soft soothing presence,
Now I bear her eternal absence,
Still Clutching on to her long dresses
Her face adorned with raven tresses
Erasing sorrow, myalgia
of life’s innumerable stresses
Mind revels in fond nostalgia
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Love the imagery in this sensual piece!