Kinship On this lonely journey I see your face my brother. Silently you pass me as if I did not exist. And I pretend that you are the alien of long ago. It was not always like that my brother. Deep within our hearts there lie memories of long lost days. Do you remember the beautiful eyes of the one who gently carried you in her womb. The one who felt your first heartbeat. The strong hands of him you called Father. Still feel the warmth of the hearth at winter night fall. You smile at me now.That is the true you! Farewell my brother,someday... Walter StuckBirth sign: Not entered
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