Z'ma Mor (My Mother)


It was a rainy day Driving back home The car steered me Towards you Your grave... Can i ever forget How much you liked the rain? The white Wet Marble of your grave Sparkled like your smile Every falling drop Bounced to embrace me I could feel you, and how happy you were But I could also hear you Say this Very clearly 'Za Bachiya baraan de (Go my child, it's raining) and you don't have an umbrella'


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sergey May 20, 2013 at 7:45am

This is awful and robratterman sucks!

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robert-bobert May 21, 2013 at 3:10am

Yeah, this guy is just nuts!

robratterman May 21, 2013 at 3:12am

YOU BOTH ARE FIRED!!!

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