Poetry

Arrival

brorival
(for my brother, aka Landrow)

Sometimes inspiration arrives late
to illuminate the darkest hours—
even the coldest and stormiest nights—
parting sibling souls needlessly until

hearts unfold, letting the mind’s
eye see past resentment to the
need for love—only ever-increasing love.­­­

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