Say: ‘Sorry’,

Show patience

Be tolerant

Forgive.

Say: ‘Thank you’,

Say: ‘I love you’.

Grow a pristine conscience,

It will spread fragrance.

Make dear perfumes lose market.

Give space

Listen to the littlest sounds.

Freedom’s then born

To lead the way for good things.

I’m a mother

You’re a father

We’re the one-offs;

‘Idols’,

To nurture our sweet fruits

To be fruitful, always

So that to be beautiful always.

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