Cure of the Heart

Sun, 01/19/2020 - 22:55 -- kapanev

Young one as told.

My brother not old.

With a smile so precious,

To me it was treasured. 

No words spoken,

But, actions taken.

Thoughts so clear,

There was no fear.

Then I knew,

There was so much to do.

Change so bold,

Cures turn to stories told.


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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