We Share One Apple and Innumerable Dreams
At some point you and I became we,
my hopes became yours to share.
When did I realize we would become one?
Was it that spring, when the trees were pink with apple
blossoms and songbirds darted among the reeds and
we walked by the river speaking innumerable
sentences and you held my hand and told me your dreams?
Inspired by Two Little Girls by Fawziyya Abu-Khalid
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