the day must always end,
no matter how perfect it was
for it would not be perfect, if it did not.
the night is like a finishing to a perfect symphony,
the stars are like the keys on a piano
tuned perfectly, made just right for our sky
day and night
opposites, yet we put them together all the time
dark and light, synonyms for day and night
yet antonyms for each other
a constant comparison, why can we not find the similarities?
must we always separate differences?
why can we not just keep one the same as the other?
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Poems :)
Poetryhere's some poems i've written, if i write any news ones i'll probably add them here :))
