DEAR SON – LETTER 5: TOUCH SOMEONE
Dear Son, I send this whisper, A whispering message to you. Listen carefully, Son. When your hands have toiled,
Dear Son, I send this whisper, A whispering message to you. Listen carefully, Son. When your hands have toiled,
Dear son, Life is like a flower with pollen grains, Every butterfly will come to feast, They’re only drawn
Dear Son, I couldn’t stay a moment without speaking to you. With every passing second, I miss you more,
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