By Jane Nguyen
Entwined within mine
He was made for her as she was made for him.
One did not exist without the other.
The day's sun did not shine
without the white of the moon in the night.
The green of the earth did not grow
without the water from the sky.
And he did not feel alone
with the gentle caress
of her hand against his cheek.
Such was the way of life.
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