Love me or hate me,
It doesn’t matter.
You are the one, loving.
You are the one, hating.
Or is it me?
Who am I loving?
And who do I hate?
Separated, are we?
And what is in between?
A story or two. Blue or green
Is it too late?
For us to see,
I am you and you are me.
Dancing on tunes,
Many sounds, one symphony.
Whistling the wind, life energy.
A deep longing,
The belonging.
The One, the only
Singing under the tree.
Maya Abou Chedid
