Motes M’love…

April 3, 2014

Mote

 

Calloused hands or calloused hearts?
For every bitter brother’s rift,
With a sliver kept, starts,
And every love with a sacrifice made.
Simple -perhaps sublime-
For even our Jests, in this, do aide.

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