my mother so I have moved to the village for refuge…..π΄π΄π΄π΄π³π³π³π³π³ππ
Category: poetry
On my way to
meet the goddess
I met many witches….ππ°π
Every single day I wake up to live
& every single night I sleep to die.π€π€πποΈ
I am made up of
my mother’s prayers & my father’s songsπβ¨ππͺπππ«§π§Άβ¨
Its taken from a piece of poetry, sorry π i don’t remember the name of the author and poem specifically.