Sunday, April 14, 2013

Sisters, a poem

Born of the same blood,
Bred of the same bone,
We are most closely wrought.
We even look alike, and sound alike,
And yet, we've fought.
Who knows the sources of the pain
That made us snarl or cry, and yet again
Cling back together?
When will we learn that just between ourselves,
We are incomparable?

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