To the eyes that seldom lie,
Truth is released within each cry.
With every eyelash that flickers its story,
A smile responds within its own glory.
The virulent laughter that takes to the stage,
The room shall be nourished regardless of age.
To the mother that gives you the freedom to climb,
The moment is captured in the essence of time.
Pavlo - July 13th 2011
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