In Her Arms

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To the forewinds I write;
Take me not far from nature's soft caress,
not to the never filled depth of the belly of death.
Or to the place my friends met their doom.


Lead me instead to the one I love,
the one in whose presence time freezes
and existence is vague.


Lead me to her gentle arms
where life only holds meaning
and my cold heart is warm.


So I can wander in the magical universe we've built together in our hearts

In Her Arms | Ecency