Many flowers
bloom in spring.
Many trees
are evergreen.
But beyond
the comes and go’s,
a mother’s love
in everything.
–
Brother, brother.
None other.
Knows me
as well as he.
East | ers
Written in
by
Tags
One response to “East | ers”
-
Brother, brother.
Forgive me.
Again
and
again
and
again
and
again
andLikeLike
Starboys.Net 
Leave a comment