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My brother
He's my angel.
A fact, he may never know.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
My beacon, towards home.
All I need,
Is a glimpse of that smiling face,
And the world seems okay.
Even when he closes the door on me.,
Atleast there's a window, the pane of my existence.
The joy in my head, illuminated.
In such a beautiful array.
A man, free from the age.
Free from my grasp.
A soul. Beyond the demand.
I love you, brother.
May your heart flourish on.
You beautiful soul..
The world is in your hands.
A fact, he may never know.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
My beacon, towards home.
All I need,
Is a glimpse of that smiling face,
And the world seems okay.
Even when he closes the door on me.,
Atleast there's a window, the pane of my existence.
The joy in my head, illuminated.
In such a beautiful array.
A man, free from the age.
Free from my grasp.
A soul. Beyond the demand.
I love you, brother.
May your heart flourish on.
You beautiful soul..
The world is in your hands.
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