• a young boy and a younger one,
    whispered to each other.
    “How do you do?”
    “How do you do?”
    they were two, together.
    twins.
    a young man and a younger one,
    whispered to each other,
    “Want to play?”
    “I cannot say.”
    they once were two, together.
    brothers.
    one of them, a bright, happy soul.
    that could illuminate any day.
    the older one he was,
    it’s a paradox, they say.
    one of them, a serious, monotone soul.
    that could think through any way.
    the younger one he was.
    it’s a paradox, they say.
    a happy priest and a serious one,
    whispered to each other.
    “Have hope!”
    “Have concern.”
    they weren’t two, together.
    strangers.
    one of them, a bright, happy soul.
    that could help the new twins on their way.
    the older one he was.
    it’s still confusion to this day.
    one of them, a worried, anxious soul.
    that could help the new twins on their way.
    the younger one he was.
    it’s still confusion to this day.
    a sad priest and a missing one,
    whispered alone.
    “Where are you, brother?”
    he was one, lonely.
    enemies he and his twin are today.
    ғɪɴ.