I missed those quiet mornings watching sunrise sitting in the garden with my cup of white tea.
Many months locked in the winter cold wet with tears shed by a sun that can not come and caress our bodies.
Today my skin again, bright and spicy with the security returns, your voice soothes me.
I keep walking slowly, when I can dodge obstacles in the way and ask if you find your hand to help.
I will not let my pride blinded me, I work but my humility to you. Since you're the one that matters
I love my Master
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