Have you seen my mother? She is black as a new moon night and Her eyes sparkle with ancient wisdom. She is smeared with ash but Her fragrance is sweet. I left Her here not long ago. Have you seen Her?
Have you seen my mother? She is black as a new moon night and Her eyes sparkle with ancient wisdom. She is smeared with ash but Her fragrance is sweet. I left Her here not long ago. Have you seen Her?