my mother still remembers the taste of my father .
she could still taste him from the distance.
she still some times tell me of how he smells.
she said, your father smells like baked clay-
.very appealing to taste, but not worth consuming.
no matter how far the wind blows my father in distance.
it is not able to take away how he tastes in my mother's mouth.
---Fampah Coyish---
Photo Credit: Your Black World.
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