Seeds of the past standing tall
Shooting branches for the future
Light beaming through leaves
Like a leopards eye gleaming in darkness
Sleeping at the foot we spent
Days and nights with the stars and the moon
Like the womb of our birth
The loving kindness the endless dreams
You never showed the pain I caused
Writing my name on your heart
At the end I shall go
Having your love in my soul
For I will remember all
The hearkened stories and the cool winds
The choler I showed on my loss
And the warm hands you gave
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