In the past we are a unity, inseparable from each other. The bond between us so tightly that I could not tell which one I am, which one of you. In the past we are like a seed that contains the seeds of life expectancy.
And as time went by destiny played its role too. Seeds that grow quickly. Which one are you former is a single entity is now continues to grow up, you are the shoots, the greatest hope of this union. Me, I am the root.
But we are still close, I could see every time your face from where I was. Occasionally I still often addressed as well with you. Land is not a barrier for us and the wind is a messenger courier it going for me. With this, I felt still your warm, coolness will your being, the spirit of courage crutches.
And no one can conquer time. These seeds continue to grow and continue to grow. You start preoccupied with the presence of leaves. And soon will your way farther up there. You create the shaft as a way of life. From there it continued to appear briefly leaves had covered the direction sees you. You're getting high, very high. As for me, I sunk deeper and deeper in the earth.
You are noble, state benefit you always. You always shoot the sun-drenched. I am the root that's always in the dark. Shall you be there? The wind no longer perched over to bring the news about yourself. Only from the leaves are falling I just got a little story about you. The last leaf falling in the season deliver your elegance up there, describe you are being a strong and resilient against the sky. I'm glad to hear it. As long as I know you're still up there, I made it's all as a light for the darkness here.
Have I forgotten ?
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