Between your words and mine
floats the silence of understanding,
no winner, no loser,
but a bridge of give and take.
Not breaking, not bending,
but together finding a shape
where there is space for both
without losing oneself.
A reaching hand, not surrender,
a middle path without getting lost,
where differences do not fade,
but dance together in balance.
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