They would be aged six months to ten. They would each look different from the other. I don't know if I can mother. But I conceived with beautiful men. Two I lost to destiny, two I chose to set them free. I sometimes feel they are better as Light. Life is filled with pain and strife. My face looks young but my soul is weary. When I think of them my eyes get teary. I wonder will I see them again. If they feel my kisses on the wind.
~will I see them again... feel my kisses on the wind... selah.k_x
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