The Beat

Calls in the moon
With thoughts of desired love
My brother's heart
Is the destination.

Thoughts of my brother
Fill me with love
Make me long
For his face.

Calling him at night
Is soothing
The response

His heart
Belongs to me
I love him
And he loves me too.

by samuel nze

Comments (1)

Why are you and your brother parted. JAn