A baby seed..has grown inside... in which.. a tiny sole.. will hide... and both will grow.. together.. as one... at least until.. that life is done... and at that time..I swear.. it's true... the spirit.. and body..divide.. in two... and the body, the shell,..withers and dies.. but the spirit.. lives on.. It will always survive.. The spirit will stay.. to watch over the one.. that it loved..and still does..till their life time is done... Then the two little spirits..will join.. hand in hand.. and they will fly..back to heaven...where it all..began.
Reason for writing:
To sooth the heart of the one still living..
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