We have walked and wandered
thru field and forest.
We have waded in pools in Brooklyn.
We have lived and lingered;
given and gotten,
we have glimpsed the face of God.
You are my brother
til breath is bitter
and still we push to the fore.
Run and stand
and sit in silence
and the journey is the reward.
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Can you write for a sister? haha :p
ReplyDeleteNice one. 顶~(in China, that's a compliment)