My wind, my light, my mentor

As a young sprout grows

 

many try to sufficate and manipulate 

 

yet you, my wind, my light

 

guide me through the land mines. 

 

You have lent me your light so

 

I may blaze the cynic dusk away.

 

You are my wind

 

my light

 

thank you for I am forever in debt.

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