From the Eye of a Kaleidoscope.

Weakest were my limbs Strongest were those winds, Yet I survived and cherished , 'COZ there was Thick Mantle I had, who never  Perished. A tall brown Eyed Man, who worked all day and night like ebullient Swan.             This one belongs to My strength ,my Creator who has always being stood there  as a Mountain ,a worn out Mantle that never needs to  be  folded be it a dawn or twilight of my LIFE ..Alone he stands covering the three weak souls ,and with a strong belief in his mind ..that a Day not too far ,that a Mist not too dense ,when he will find his Solace from these  ‘weak ’ souls ,he armored .My mantle though roughly knitted ,  has taken all care that I get all those finest of stitches .The little what he has, gives me more than the most what he can .These broken soles and those oldest pair of Pants ..tells me the story of this Epitome of Sacrifice, yet he never Complains, never Expl...