My mother was a paratrooper, too
My father taught philosophy.
They were my all.
I am just a crying baby without them.
I am lost in the delusion world.
The warrior has lost her way home…
Lost
21 Saturday May 2016
Posted in Textes d'hiver
Hortus Closus
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Poignant
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Warrior parents, warrior girl,
powerful weapons
when the road needs light.
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The strength will return as your spirit sings. The sword is ingrained.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WHO WILL HELP THE LOST WARRIOR?
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WE ALL COULD USE A GOOD, STRONG GUIDE, ‘CAUSE THE YOUNGER ONES ARE LOOKING TO US!
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Breaking my heart………
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I also assume my parents the strongest guide there ever can be. I only have my mom now, but memories never fade away completely. I believe, strength returns to those who know what it is. Tears help the soul to clean up itself, but engaging in whining isn’t a good thing. I hope you will be over any issues soon. We all get periods when it is uncertain what and how to do next. Have a good weekend!
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*Takes your hand.* I have too. 😦
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