She saw some green things spread ahead.
There was also some big shapes
that seemed to touch the sky.
The steps were really steep.
She set out for a new adventure.
started climbing down the escalier.
It was hard ,but she tried.
Suddenly, she lost her balance.
and started to fall.
But then,she felt a firm grip on her shoulders.
The hands pulled her up.
She was saved.
The hands, after that, became her strength.
The hands always caught her when she tumbled.
The hands, seemed to her, like
a knight with an Armour which saved her from all the attacks.
She blossomed an unyielding belief,
the hands will always fortify her.
The hands, strong as boulder.
Delicate as flower.
Warm as the sun in winter.
They always shielded the unarmed her.
They are always with her
even if they are oceans away.
Guiding her, protecting her.
Calming her when she's down.
Why not ?
The hands, that of her father, ought to protect her.
Her KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR.
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THE KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR
PoetryFATHERS are the best gift a human can ever get. He is the guiding light whose love shows us the way.He is that superhero without cape who saves us form all the dangers.He is that teacher who teaches us how to live our life.This poem is about a girl...
