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by your river or mine?
under your orange tree
or my chestnut or apple?

you leaned against the tree
looking over the river
me lying down looking up
contemplating the bluest sky
through the leaves and branches
flickering sunlight and shadows
upon our very selves lost in
the slow dance of a shared dream

you begin to sing
old love songs, deeply rooted,
in our cultures that are both
so different and the same
you sing so semai-sweetly 
bayati sweetly bitter 
ayp tsa to my ears
acapellic songs of 
of intense yearning
unbearable love
as the river
flowed
on...