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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