Pegspoets-Out of The Mist

You saw that I was wounded

You saw me frail

You saved me

Out of the mist you came

My soul worn

My heart - tattered

You wrapped me within

Without knowing my shame

Out out the mist

You called my name

I answered

To the voice that could only be his


Whispered out of the mist...

The End

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