My name is Lealyn, blessed by nature; His name is Francisco, hated by fate. I'm like the fairy in literature, While he's the kid who is unfortunate. Despite this, he saved me from my demise. I thought overcoming death is absurd, That giving up my parents may be wise. He reached his hand to me when no one heard. A blind boy who spends his day in the barn, Is a guardian of the living beings. We hid our abilities like a tarn, Then revealed it to help our surroundings. When they need us, we cure them on a whim. When our deal has expired, I condemn him. August 14, 2016 Type: Sonnet >>List of Poems<< ------------------------------------------------------------------- <<Previous Next>>