Cure of the Heart
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:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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