Every soul has at least a brother or sister
separated from each other
before they are born on the earth
without warning or explanation
It is rare that they will meet in this life
until the reaper collects them at the end
but the quest to be rejoined again
is one that promises a potential reward
Not all are recognised clearly
as the body hides what lies within
many attempt to repel the others
not knowing how they truly are
What would you do when you are rejoined
with the one from whom you were spilt
would you be able to accept what they are
and become their soul mate once more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem