Sister
Two seeds, blown on different winds.
We landed in the same soil, and grow together.
Not my blood, but my heart.
Not my genes, but my friend.
Blossoming side by side.
Entwined with the red thread that binds us.
By Helen Edmonds
(From Love's Journey 2)
2 comments:
and oh how tight is the red thread that binds. Much closer than blood at times I do believe.
Lovely thanks for sharing.
Sorry I haven't commented in a long while. I didn't realize that I hadn't subscribed to you through Google Reader. So you weren't coming up.
Now you'll hear more from me. ;)
I don't have a sister, but I think it would have been awesome. *sigh*
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