He was the day She was the night
He lived for misty mornings She lived for crazy midnights
He was the sun She was the moon
They were opposite souls
Yet both waited impatiently
For the rare day when
They might coexist peacefully
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Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
