Tribulation is finite


Seing my loved ones

In good spirits

Full of light


My little brothers

Full of time

In all their innocence

In their prime


Makes malevolence 


And everything 

So much more clear


Nothing can make me

Give up


My safe haven

My eternal

My happiness


My life...


This poem is about: 
My family


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