blindside reflection
An old story of an upside-down circumstances, bounded under in a black and white situation.
As you feel the old poor air blowing on all of your old memories, it will reflect to the behavior of ones perspective point of view.
I did not write it in your perspective, but I wrote it in a distorted perspective as it was created.
An open door for us and a checkered hump, remembering the old kingdom we have lost when traditionally it was working for us.
I am your mother, and you are my son, under my umbrella you are protected.
A window of hope in our life, for it doesn’t matter if it is small as long we can see the light.
I will nurture you in my wisdom and art, together we will touch and feel the emphasis behind this blindside reflection.
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