BROTHER'S N' BLOOD

[herdinator]

The river is its soul
crystal clear rapids;
pure heart
strong and refined
full of love.

Its boulders shoulder
the power of grievances;
the deadwood that drifts
broken and worn.

Treasured gold
lay protected by
the shine of pebbles
as the salomon
find their way home

The bond is never broken...
Brothers in blood.

By Prince Labiel