The Protector
Your waves around me
Rest my soul.
All the stories
I have told.
I cannot understand
Why someone would let me
In their land.
Footsteps I am taking
and the things that we are making
Slides a soft and winter fur
Around the icicles
That live inside my
Soul.
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