Help me shine. . .

Rising like the bird,
Soaring high solitarily,
Gliding above the world,
You look down upon me warily.

Touch me with the beauty of yours,
Caress me with the soft soothing touch,
Heal me and the wounds my soul endures,
With your talons, break away that painful clutch.

Like a shining sun, engulf the darkness,
Like a cloud, drench the parched soul of mine,
Like the whirling wind, blow away all this mess,
Pick me, comfort me, tell me again, that I can shine!




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