March 2, 1998
Waterwalker

Fate has abandoned her and left her at the mercy of Poseidon, God of the Sea. He calld upon the highest waves and the screaming winds with means to submerge her, to teach her that life is not as simple as she had imagined.
The waves tower over her and crash down with the force of a thousand Titans, angry manifestations of nature without mercy.
But he forgets.
She is a Waterwalker.
With unmarred grace, she rises above the tremors of the sea, nonchalantly treading upon the water towards the dismayed God,
I am of the Waterwalkers, and I canno sink. Every wave you create is wasted effort; every wind is but a gentle whisper. The Art of poetry is my weapon, and the Heart of Poetry is my guide.
With these, nothing is unsurpassable.
Nelson "For my Lil Sistah"

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March 2, 1998 Waterwalker
Fate has abandoned her and left her at the mercy of Poseidon, God of the Sea. He calld upon the highest waves and the screaming winds with means to submerge her, to teach her that life is not as simple as she had imagined. The waves tower over her and crash down with the force of a thousand Titans, angry manifestations of nature without mercy. But he forgets. She is a Waterwalker. With unmarred grace, she rises above the tremors of the sea, nonchalantly treading upon the water towards the dismayed God, I am of the Waterwalkers, and I canno sink. Every wave you create is wasted effort; every wind is but a gentle whisper. The Art of poetry is my weapon, and the Heart of Poetry is my guide. With these, nothing is unsurpassable. Nelson "For my Lil Sistah"
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