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Miria Johnson

Abstract Classics

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Miria Johnson

Abstract Classics

A woman

A woman

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Priceless her words of wisdom

Directing a path of light

Upon a call her helping hands

At a glance her loving eyes


Her embrace is warm

Her lap my soft pillow

Words when fell apart

Upon it dripping tears


Sacrifice her symbol of love

In harsh realities her smile

Heart melts upon her words

Tis the woman adorned in grace


Humility is her crown

With reverence I bow

For a lady is held in high esteem

My mother the beautiful treasure. 


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