Danielle Mari Nidea
Master - Poem by Danielle Mari Nidea
I follow your footsteps 'til I can't endure
Then I get on my feet and follow you more.
The glint of my eyes increase when you're here;
I await your return when you disappear.
I'm your humble disciple, your servant, your friend.
I get up and fight when you lend me your hand.
The leaves so hazel go dance then gather
Whenever the world hears me calling you, Master.
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