He and I are like two halves of a whole--two gnarly old vines grown together
so intertwined, that if half were to die,
the half that remained would hang suspended,
lost without its partner there to support it.
Like vines we continue to grow and twist together,
taking the sunny days with the rainy days,
taking the sunny days with the rainy days,
and counting seasons as they pass before us ...
two halves of a whole
© Ginny Brannan 2010
Internet Photo "Twisted" 2010
© Ginny Brannan 2010
Internet Photo "Twisted" 2010
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