Sisters embrace revealing hurt, sadness, empathy, remorse, truth. Beauty of life emerges from pain.

Attentive in motion distracted pursuit
One hundred endeavors will foster, ensue
Careless though subtle and thickens in time
Peaceably whispers of truth may remind
By hours and minutes forge days unto years
Messages spoken not needed to hear
Sudden or softly; vivid or dim
Ic’rus did blindly ’til melted and grim
Lost sight of the lows, of truth and of kin
Of love and of sorrow does pain lie within
For life shall be brutal, and thus we may see
Love is our beauty; the light sets us free