untitled By Zaheda Ghani April-Sept. 1999 Lemar-Aftaab Where do I end and where do you begin? Where do we emerge into one soul? And melt and entwine like two old trees, Standing with our roots sown deep within the Earth, mingling with promise? Everything I ever produce, comes from you. And everything you utter has the echo Of my deepest inner voice. In the spring rain, every child I bear Is born in the light of you, And each breath you take, Exudes the morning dew of my Winding branches. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Copyright © 1999 Aftaabzad Publications. All Rights Reserved. May not be duplicated or distributed in any form without permission.