In the lake of worries that comes in waves,
You're my only comfort.
In the falls of hardships that never cease to come,
You're my stronghold.
In the mountains of pains and struggles that bind me,
You're my medicine.
In the hills of a thousand undefeated battles ahead,
You're my warrior.
And in the vast and unknown seas of wilderness beyond,
You found me.
YOU ARE READING
Archer
PoetryCollection of proses. [Prose] - A verbal or written language that follows the natural flow of speech. It is the most common form of writing, used in both fiction and non-fiction.
