Mummy
Frozen love in this desert
Melting heart in the Iceland
I am calculating all unknowns
Many babies are now born
But I am all alone
Lying inside a coffin as if
I had never been born...
Weather me
Weather me by years, Weather
me by tears, Weather me by fear
Though I am dead,
I am alive, so alive that you can't imagine
I am inside total protection by the girdle inside the coffin,
which is sheltered by the pyramid.
But Why? Why do I feel insecured?
The sandy wind is blowing you away,
The windy air is weathering my age
But I am still beautiful
when you call me
Mummy
And though all of my body is in this deserted place
My heart is still pumping day by day
Waiting for our new age...
poem by Garland Jodie Jeen
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