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Oma

Oma.
Do not be surprised
When I put flowers
On each strand of your hair.
To let you know how special
You've been to me.

Oma
Don't be surprised when
I burn my laughter in your eyes.
For that's how you make me feel

Like a Phoenix I rise
From the ashes of your smile
Shining with splendour
Like a demi-god dwelling
In the midst of men.

Because life is a field
Designed with storms.
I gain strength in the courage
You concoct with precision.
Giving me the correct doses
To keep me spurring on.

You are beauty designed
On the shores of dreams.
You make me see reasons
To keep on loving my scars

You are the diamond cherished
Among stars.
The feline inspiration I draw
On the board of my imaginations.
And with your fluffy smile.
You've dusted many sadness away.

Oma
Don't be surprised when I kiss
Your heart and say to it.
You are the most beautiful being I know
Because it's the truth.
And Lord knows it too.

So, to your beauty, grace and poise.
I would hinge my blessings upon
Their tenderness.
And keep on walking within the embers
Of their glory.

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