She’ll allure you from afar.

Her tome of incantations,

Alongside her tender ministrations,

For a homeless vagabond like you

Is akin to a tattered blanket

On a cold winter’s night.

Only, your winter lasts the year round.


You’ll discover sound ground

Under your footing.

No longer consumed by the fear

Of the cracks right beneath

Opening up into dark, endless chasms.


She’ll be your safe haven.

You’ll no longer have to brave storms alone.

She’ll obscure the hurricanes,

You’ll be oblivious to the gales.


Even if that means

That the wrath of the skies will

Come thundering down upon her alone.

She’ll never flinch.




  1. Manjot · April 17, 2016

    Beyond of what one can think of💫✨❤

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