Through snow-touched oaks
To the motionless grass
I shall find your hand,
Through frosty waters
To glorious land
I shall hold your hand.
When the sun won't peek
through the dark clouds
or when we cannot find shelter
our hands will always meet.
Through highest peaks
To deep caves
Where the light doesn't phase
Your hand pierces
Through the darkness
I'll always see when your hand provides me.
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Submitted by Gwaedyn on November 16th, 2017
