Having jotted down the iambic stanzas on the chopping board and collected the veggies alive from the realms of metaphors that smell the labor of her regular gardening records;
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
Having jotted down the iambic stanzas on the chopping board and collected the veggies alive from the realms of metaphors that smell the labor of her regular gardening records;
Glamorous lightweight raindrops from the October sky keep
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
