o- The Roots









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...


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Shawndine Lynn's picture

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.

journey_through_life's picture

Very good. A well written verse stating some truisms. Good job. ~Jan