The lightest of souls,
Hold the darkest of secrets.
And somehow,
the darkest of souls,
May hold the brightest of joys.
Humanity is made of black and white.
For our white represents our elation,
when we are wishing the day won't end,
And our black represents our sorrow,
Where we pray for a better day tomorrow.
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A Feeling Of Passion
PoetryThis is a book of poetry that I wrote :) Please comment and let me know what you think about it ^.^