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Two Trees
On my walk I see two trees
One is you and one is me
These are trees of different kinds
Doesn't matter, they're intertwined
Although they come from different seeds
And have unique histories
The roots they share without a sound
These roots are mingled underground
One is tan and one is grey
They seem as different as night and day
Inside, however, they're much the same
With roots and rings and hearts aflame
Different textures, different ways
Turning moments into days
At night they dance under starry skies
More in tune with each other than they realize
Side by side they stand sublime
Friends until the end of time
And an upward glancing face
Can observe their branches embrace
On this walk I see two trees
One is you and one is me
Which is which, I'm sure you'll find
It doesn't matter, they're intertwined
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This is a great piece of love. It is rare to find someone that you can share your life with that is so different than you in many ways, but still inhibits the same passion within for one another.
Peace, Love, 'N Happiness
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Oh my, this is so wonderful. I love the relationship of the two trees, especially the lines:
The roots they share without a sound
These roots are mingled underground.
So lovely! I really like this one! |
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