Opposites

So here’s the thing: she hums when she exhales,
self-deprecating with complaining face.
I’m opposite – my silence none assails,
but I seem harsher than my thoughts embrace.
Adopting patience now, receptive grace,
no longer feeling adamant or stern,
we each are our reverse. What’s more, the case
is only one of us appears to learn.

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