The child that I was came to meonce,
a strange face.
He said nothing. We walked,
each of us staring at the other in silence, our steps
a strange river running in between.
We were brought together by shared hopes
and common expectations
and we split.
A forest written by the earth,
watered by the seasons' change.
Child who once was, come forth!
What brings us together now,
and what do we have to say?
Did you suspect that you would become I one day?
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