My mind is still searching
For the peace of her soul
The eternal rest
Of her thoughts
The warm of her music
Her voice
Mother is still in me
I’m still seeking it
In my eternal travel
Is it real?
Or just a beautiful creation
The visions
I’m not in your world
Not anymore
The eternal seeking of our lives, it’s taking our minds
My carcass is growing under this eternal seeking of my mind
… and the seeking is for all of us.

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