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Fruits for an unknown stranger
My mom planted a tree when I was born, I crawled under his leaves with my hands and legs, He grew with me as my unborn twin, He grabbed me with his branches, when I was weary, He cradled me under his shadows with his love, He couldn't speak, yet he could express. I played with his branches, I watered him And looked his growth inch by inch, He was planted smaller than me, But he became taller than me, I can't ever reach him. He waved his branches with the winds, Yet his sproutings didn't bloom any flowers, He grew taller and taller, My twin looked as a scary giant, at the darkest night, Yet no flowers, no fruits, He cradled me in his branches.... I longed for the flowers and fruits, After longing for twenty years, he bloomed.. My eyes sparkled with the blissful sight, I imagined the day, I am holding his fruits; I enjoyed my dreams with the upcoming fruits.... I stood beside him every day. My dreams broken into pieces, When my father sold that land with my unborn twin, He bid me with his sad symphony of wind, My unborn twin stood with lots of fruits, But not for me, just for an unknown stranger.
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