Fresh as broccoli


In my darkest hours

God sent me his helpers

Waves of mercy in the form of a brother

He was better than any counselor

A friend whose love was matchless

When I felt defenseless

His affection was like a gentle breeze

Forgetting his pains, he made me feel at ease

When my heart couldn’t contain the melancholy

When I felt stuck in a valley

Comforting words nourished like fresh broccoli

This is not mere hyperbole!

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