My brother asked me when I came:
About my land and of my name,
Oh, brother, look at me again,
We have our home and name the same.
We’re the wanderers on the earth,
We stop sometimes and go forth
And backwards to our real source
Through thorns along the mortal course.
My dear brother, why not go
For other brothers get to know
And all together people show
The light we have from Higher Glow.
My brother
© Copyright: Ольга Крубер-Федорова, 2015
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