Your Mother Is The Wind

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Distance and time, I find myself on an island. And each time I drift towards you. I see myself drown in my fears. Your mother is the wind, she rushes in to protect you. Sometimes like a hurricane, but she only needs to be a gentle breeze. Because I’m only a sunshine but not the kind that wants to scorch your skin. Why does she think you need protection from me?

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