Brother Loves Flower
He pinches you when you wrong.
Not because the sin you built, but
He wants to make you strong
Like the wind blew the strong Tulip bud.
When gloomy days slap you,
He pulls smile from your sore,
Brings the colorful Daisy's of you
Hope the world feels your color.
His words are my Chamomile and Lavender
Like nectar that invited me to taste
It sweetness, and my surrender
Becomes a beautiful hope blast.
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