Theme: Sibling

My Brother

by Dr. Eftichia Kapardeli
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At the roots of the fingers
my brother, chum
with time...
when the grass has been mowed
and when in the sky

And we have not had
ever anything
these large stones
patience and toil
leave them in the sun dipped

Our bodies destiny marked
And that cry...
"mother" took root in our hearts forever
like a prayer, like a vow


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