I was wandering
The stranded land
When he found me
And helped me to my feet
He had two wounds on his back
Like a fallen angel
And his presence was golden
I was the first
To heal his scars
And he loved me for it
I was his healer
And he was my master
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Reveries: A Collection of Poetry & Thoughts
PoetryReveries: A Collection of Poetry & Thoughts
Healing
I was wandering
The stranded land
When he found me
And helped me to my feet
He had two wounds on his back
Like a fallen angel
And his presence was golden
I was the first
To heal his scars
And he loved me for it
I was his healer
And he was my master