I might have consumed just a fleeting bead of it when I was a fretfully wailing infant; hardly savoring its astronomical majesty with my crusts of minutely formed fresh teeth,
I might have consumed just a fugitive stream of it when I was a incessantly screeching infant; hardly realizing the spirit of Omnipresently egalitarian humanity; handsomely embedded in it,
I might have consumed just a disappearing mist of it when I was an incoherently feckless infant; hardly aware of its invincibly healing touch; as I all I did was sleep all day and moonless night,
I might have consumed just an insipid globule of it when I was an indefatigably crying infant; hardly gulping it even a trifle of it properly down
my teeny-weeny throat,
I might have consumed just a transient molehill of it when I was an ungainly staring infant; hardly bothered about its unconquerable nutritional value; as all that
mattered to me was my toy cradle; toys and sleep,
I might have consumed just an ephemeral amount of it when I was an illiterately uncivilized infant; hardly envisaging the perennial armor of unflinching tenaciousness that it would enshroud me with; once it coalesced perfectly with my blood,
I might have consumed just a non-existent pinch of it when I was a ludicrously squealing infant; hardly comprehending the Omnipotent compassion behind its
dribbling towards my toddler lips,
I might have consumed just an invisible follicle of it when I was a preposterously unsuspecting infant; hardly placating the disastrously emaciated bowels of my tiny stomach with its gloriously godly flavor,
I might have consumed just a minuscule shadow of it when I was a discordantly groaning infant; hardly allowing its Omnipresent charisma to percolate through
my severely teething gums,
I might have consumed just a trailing gulp of it when I was a frantically searching infant; hardly feeling its regally marvelous goodness; enriching every pore of my newborn slimly skin,
I might have consumed just a vanishing potion of it when I was a haughtily pampered infant; hardly imbibing its timelessly blossoming resplendence; as I uncontrollably kicked every conceivable object in vicinity; with my miniature feet,
I might have consumed just a passing cascade of it when I was a quietly snoring infant; hardly having the sense to appreciate its magically formidable and euphorically endless tenacity,
O! Yes, I might have consumed just a fleeting fraction of it when I was an incoherently trembling infant; hardly feeling it as it timelessly blessed every
aspect of my existence; for infinite births more of mine,
But just that diminutive droplet of it; just that unnoticeable speck of it which I had unknowingly consumed; was enough for me to metamorphose the complexion of this estranged earth once again into a paradise; was enough for me to tower like the inferno of inimitably blazing truth for times immemorial; was enough for me to altruistically live and let live for a countless more heavenly lifetimes,
Such pricelessly immortal was the indomitable power of my; eternal mother’s milk.
24. SINFUL IDENTITY
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so handsomely procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
infantile cry; overflowed with unfathomable oceans of glittering gold,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I baselessly rejoiced and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; miserably dithered in my impoverished life to carve a philanthropically blissful identity of my very own.
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so majestically procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first baby cry; had an endless inundation of sparkling currency coin,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I parasitically feasted and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; pathetically staggered in my diminutive life to carve a synergistically blazing identity of my very own.
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so wonderfully procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
incoherent cry; remained perpetually embellished with resplendently enamoring diamonds,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I derogatorily marauded and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; dismally stuttered in my truncated life to carve a celestially vibrant identity of my very own.
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so marvelously procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first nimble cry; contained every speck of prosperity on this timeless planet,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I indiscriminately terrorized and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; meaninglessly quavered in my destined life to carve a beautifully magnanimous identity of my very own.
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so amazingly procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
inaudible cry; had its foundations resting on an insurmountable mountain of pearls,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I savagely massacred and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; horrendously trembled in my penurious life to carve an iridescently kingly identity of my very own.
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so gorgeously procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
incongruous cry; solely diffused the fragrance of everlastingly priceless richness,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I satanically splurged and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; gruesomely faltered in my pecuniary life to carve a spell bindingly righteous identity of my very own.
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so divinely procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
evanescent cry; harbored countless trees from which gloriously fructified currency coin instead of leaves,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I ruthlessly blew and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; disdainfully lost in my flickering life to carve an enchantingly vivacious identity of my very own.
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so Omnipotently procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
meek cry; was the hub of all state-of-the art businesses that unfurled on the trajectory of this fathomless planet,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I insanely trampled and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; flagrantly wavered in my limited life to carve an ingratiatingly altruistic identity of my very own.
And it wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so blessedly procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
nervous cry; was the most indefatigably serenaded castle in the entire world since times immemorial,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I cold-bloodedly spat and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; unscrupulously dithered in my indigent life to carve a harmoniously distinct identity of my very own.
25. TRIUMPHANTLY GODLY LAP
I might have skittishly tossed and turned an unfathomable number of times in my impoverished life; fantastically replenishing every pore of my skin with the most majestically ingratiating of silk,
But it was only in the Omnisciently sacrosanct lap of my mother; that I blissfully closed my eyes to even the most remotest trace of obnoxious alien light; transited into eternally royal sleep.
I might have restlessly fidgeted and simmered an incomprehensible number of times in my destitute life; gloriously finding my way beneath a mountain of rhapsodic raspberry,
But it was on
ly in the perpetually invincible lap of my mother; that I became oblivious to all unbearably manipulative drudgery of this satanic world; found the
most blessedly heavenly of sleep.
I might have uncannily groped and wandered an endless number of times in my diminutive life; engulfing my nimble persona with the most euphorically vibrant of
melody,
But it was only in the aristocratically scintillating lap of my mother; that I irrevocably shut my eardrums to all abhorrently pugnacious hostility around me; fed my soul with the bountifully benign mantra of celestial sleep.
I might have irascibly choked and meandered a countless number of times in my feckless life; entrenching my intricate countenance with the finest of spell binding artistry,
But it was only in the effulgently priceless lap of my mother; that I huddled like an unconquerably handsome prince; slept like an angel having descended from
crimson sky; for times immemorial.
I might have preposterously stumbled and trembled an insurmountable number of times in my spurious life; overwhelming every rickety bone of my body with
untamed exuberance,
But it was only in the resplendently Omnipotent lap of my mother; that I wholesomely shrugged even the most ethereal insinuation of disdainful uncertainty;
embraced the cisterns of divine sleep for centuries unprecedented.
I might have inexorably wavered and quavered an indefatigable number of times in my minuscule life; feasting even the most inconspicuous bit of my flesh in the aisles of gorgeously unprecedented luxury,
But it was only in the indomitably pristine lap of my mother; that I uninhibitedly rejoiced far away from the salacious vagaries of this estranged planet; celestially surrendered all my dreariness to mellifluously enchanting sleep.
I might have perniciously sighed and grunted a limitless number of times in my insipid life; submerging all my sinister lacklusterness in the most poignantly undulating sea,
But it was only in the vividly fascinating lap of my mother; that I felt all priceless compassion on this Universe become my unassailable reflection; and my eyes forever rolled in the cradle of unhindered sleep.
I might have miserably simpered and sulked an inconceivable number of times in my mercurial life; inundating my truculently emaciated nostrils with the most divinely rose scent,
But it was only in the sacredly Omnipresent lap of my mother; that I felt reprieve from all traumatized pain and agony; catapulted towards the skies of unendingly
gratifying sleep.
And I might have relentlessly floundered and squatted an unimaginable number of times in my fugitive life; exquisitely designing the most luxurious hammock in
the world to placate my baseless nervousness,
But it was only in the triumphantly godly lap of my mother; that I became a refreshingly discovering child once again; snuggling close to her inimitably
mesmerizing redolence and timelessly slept
26. COME LETS WHOLEHEARTEDLY ALLOW
There’s a sweet little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to majestically blossom till the pinnacle of resplendently ingratiating prosperity,
There’s a mesmerizing little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to evolve into an unfathomably compassionate gorge of friendship; as tangy as the rhapsodically ebullient oceans,
There’s an enchanting little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to marvelously burgeon till times beyond iridescent eternity; and enthuse even the most obfuscatedly alien of our times,
There’s a euphoric little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to spawn like an insatiably fragrant flower of gorgeous companionship; as the Sun blazed vibrantly from behind the mellifluous hills,
There’s a poignant little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to enthrall even the most obsoletely dithering nerves in our beleaguered bodies; to the
most stupendously unprecedented limits,
There’s a jubilant little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to ingratiatingly gallop to kiss the epitome of dazzling timelessness; and for
centuries immemorial,
There’s a victorious little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to Omnipotently transcend; over the pernicious precipices of our disastrously dwindling derogatorily manipulative souls,
There’s an innocuous little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to profoundly rejuvenate our bizarrely estranged senses; with the vivaciously
sacrosanct tonic of life,
There’s an embellished little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to majestically drape our insipidly feckless deliriousness; with cisterns of unsurpassable sensuousness,
There’s a fantastic little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to irrefutably overshadow our disparagingly deteriorating gloom; with fountains
of timeless happiness,
There’s an intriguing little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to invincibly sequester us in its bountiful swirl; fathomless kilometers away from the mortuary of inexplicable despair,
There’s an ecstatic little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to Omnisciently overpower our insurmountable battalion of idiosyncrasies; with the its magical ointment of godly freshness,
There’s a spell binding little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to encapsulate us in its panoramically vivid embrace; bless every aspect of our haplessly shattered existence; with the gorgeously fructifying elixir of life,
There’s an eclectic little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to weave the unconquerable spell of its royal artistry; upon our monotonously delinquent life,
There’s a sacrosanct little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to magnanimously bless our ominously extradited rhythm; with its benevolently
humanitarian beats,
There’s a sparkling little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to miraculously cleanse all our dastardly cloistered dirt; with its heaven of fathomless righteousness,
There’s a melodious little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to annihilate even the most mercurial trace of prejudiced paradoxism in our blood; with its tunes of celestially unassailable truth,
There’s a beautiful little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to enshroud us with philanthropic graciousness; insuperably conquering the cry of the ungainly devil with the winds of perennially uninhibited freedom,
There’s a mystical little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to everlastingly stupefy us with an entrenchment of impregnable newness; with the limitless enthuse of its pristine eyes,
And there’s an exhilarating little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to inundate the song of immortal love; in our forlornly disbelieving and satanically fretful lives
27. ONLY A MOTHER
Only a mother could dress the impoverished child so insurmountably fantastically; like nobody else on this fathomlessly vibrant earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could educate the hapless child so indomitably handsomely; like nobody else on this boundlessly fragrant earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could appreciate the despairing child so insuperably amiably; like nobody else on this limitlessly serene earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could cuddle the trembling child so impeccably wonderfully; like nobody else on this endlessly enchanting earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could kiss the solitary child so blissfully compassionately; like nobody else on this beautifully vibrant earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could embrace the orphaned child so euphorically poignantly; like nobody else on this majestically exotic earth; could
ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could enlighten the fretful child so royally enamoringly; like nobody else on this mystically effulgent earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could shield the decrepit child so unflinchingly invincibly; like nobody else on this fabulously mesmerizing earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could play with the discovering child so heavenly innocuously; like nobody else on this timelessly adorable earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could feed the emaciated child so ingratiatingly celestially; like nobody else on this triumphantly glorious earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could pray for the extradited child so insatiably unrelentingly; like nobody else on this gloriously bountiful earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could bless the maimed child so Omnipotently altruistically; like nobody else on this blazingly vivacious earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,
Only a mother could immortalize the ostracized child so indomitably miraculously; like nobody else on this victoriously ebullient earth; could ever dream of; or ever could,