He followed the birds thinking
They may be going to meet her
He counted the stars
Hoping that she may come, when the counting ends
But as time passed only the number was mounting
He could never finish counting them
There were too many
But he never got tired
He kept asking his friends
Do they count too, to meet her?
One day he decided to dive into the waves
To ask them if they have seen her
He didn’t know how to swim
But he was following a dream
He kept going deeper and deeper
Until he saw her in the water
But he no longer could breathe
He finally met his mother at death.
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