In my brother I see:

Written by Mhraf Worku

In my brother I see,
softness, (like woven silk held to the face)
sweetness, (like the sweet suckle from a ripe mango)
tenderness, (like the way a mother holds her newborn)
In my brother I see,
softness, (evolving into calcified indifference)
sweetness, (sucked dry by a ravenous world)
tenderness, (beaten out of him because that is no way to be a man)

—————————————————————-|And I told God, ‘Kulich’ is becoming a man|

 

Artwork by Jules de Balincourt, “Itinerant Ones”

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