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Zhi Ya
mother
I've always wanted to use a flower
To describe your face
But I dare not grow up.
Any flower is delicate and charming.
mother
I've always wanted to use a bay of water.
Go wipe your hands.
But grow up
I dare not.
Any drop of water will condense.
mother
Always wanted to use the cloud
Smooth your forehead.
But grow up
I dare not.
Any cloud is soft.
mother
I always wanted to use a poem.
Make you old.
But grow up
I dare not.
Any poem is heartless
mother
Always wanted to stare.
To read your deep love
But grow up
I dare not.
Any look will make me
Kneel down
This is my own poem.