It is like two plants next to each other with their roots comforting each
other in dry days and nourishing each other in wet and stormy weather;
after a while they merge and become indistinguishable and their trunks
harden;
for an external observer they are one, then they have to be separated
again;
can you imagine the pain of pulling the intertwined roots? it takes time
to re-adjust on their own again...
Such randomness as thoughts may be, chance has brought your words to me, ripped from the ground my roots have been, so many branches broken then. You do beautiful work.
Very good. A well written verse stating some truisms. Good job. ~Jan