A million ropes dangle down from the skies
where they are tethered on a single bridge.
Each rope a soul, each rope an essence,
each rope a symbol for what's you and me.
My rope is thin and short with many frays.
Your rope is hardy, strong and colorful.
I am swayed too easily by the slightest breeze
and you hold strong when the hurricane appears.
Intertwine with me and strangle me with love.
I will simply hold on to the passion you give.
Every thread will I give for you to hold,
so that out of the million we become as one.
~ Marilen J. Sarian
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