My brother, my dear, my divo,
Affectionately i call him so.
Half-Blooded he may be,
He's still my closest thing to family.
We speak of nature, Nietzsche, and art,
Without him my life would fall apart.
Both abandoned by the same mother,
All we have is each other.
Leading me through mistakes he's made,
Inspiring me when my hope seems to fade.
Separated by the states,
to meet again each patiently waits.
Exchanging philosophies and thoughts over coffee,
He's a teacher and the closet thing to a hero i see.
A contest entry
- Who You Admire by Kay Laon Anders.
1000 points, ended April 8, 2007, 8 entries
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