On my long, dark journey,
I will always remember, there is light.
The light is at the end of the vague of pain and depression.
He waits for me there.
The big, white wolf.
My protector,
My friend.
The White wolf is known as Taberiu.
The mighty symbol of life.
The protector of the good and innocent,
the children and the animals.
He waits at the end of the tunnel of despair,
Prepared and willing,
To take everyone under his care,
whom asks to be protected.
Auteur: Anaya Mithaleil | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 07 februari 2006 | ||
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