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Hermano

by Ana Silva

My brother who went away
Full of love with much to say
Writing me not to go his way
Hoping I’ll see him one day
Thinking how it will be
When he gets to be free
Fools corrupting his mind
All he should worry is his time
Waiting on his sister to write a letter
Wishing everything to get better
Crying because he‘s gone many years
I’ll pretend he’s here and dry out my tears

8-11- 14

Aan Silva