In love or hate,
We are both like roots,
Living within the soil,
Toiling for strength,
Our feet, become like water and fire,
In love or hate,
We like the right and left hand,
Teeth and tongue,
We fight but still need each other,
Like cold and blanket we are,
In love or hate,
We are like gold not smiling to fire,
Still we need each other,
Like a bird without wings,
Is who we become,
If love and hate become our voice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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