Cure of the Heart

January 20, 2020

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.

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