Two lines that separate them, a vast space in between,
The light and the dark, together, merely can't be seen,
Each long to pass that straight line, of the brightness and the black,
They endeavour to finally get, what all their race can lack.
Until one finally decides: over the line, a hand will reach,
It burns under its boundary, no matter how much they beseech.
The light and the dark can implore with gusto, they can try to waste their time,
But the fact still stays that passing a boundary, shall forever remain a crime.
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Reminisce (PART TWO)
PoetrySee part one here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/114595931-reminisce Part two of Reminisce. {~Sometimes meanings are as volatile as a person's mind.~} Made by yours sincerely (Cover not mine and belongs to the rightful owner} {YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED...
