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Mother of Pearl

Oh my white beauty

I travel long to curve my love

On your body.

Washing out the struggle

You put up with sand

I promise to nurture the wisdom

That shines inside your shell

As you do much to filter my heart

From all the impurities.

Mother of pearl how can I tell

What are you to me

In this shallow physical world.                               Smriti Thakur

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