Believing

A poem about grown-up love, to welcome the new year.

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Believing

As Gibran says,

The oak and cypress grow not in each other’s shadow,

We give each other space and trust to grow,

And fill each other’s cup, but drink not from one cup,

We’re each our own, but choose an ‘us’, and also an ‘each other’,

We’ve lived and learnt, been scarred, been sceptical,

But after all,

We still believe in love.

.Namibia, 2024

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