7.2.2025
It is Mother who welcomed me To a world, in essence free Of the contrary hoops of life, The angry world where bitter strife Is rampant as the strongest weeds Scattering on earth their seeds And man left lone to decide Whether to escape and hide From his manifest destiny.
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