The pain that words in the verses reveal is so touching, especially some epithets, phrases so vividly speak about he recurrence of image of the eternal spirit whuch is eflected in her children, whenever a cathedral is in sight to the older brother. May the big brother be blessed with love and love, so much of love that the pain of that disasterous memory may never reoccupy the smile of a heart and of living hearts.
Hope this is not fictional, and my association to that feelings could not stop me to be a part of the writer's sensitivity towards a wounded heart😌😌😌🥀