Poetry

I AM OF TWO SELVES

I am a perfect page holding some words.
Sometimes I am the night on a bright day.
I could be in the sky and fly like birds
On some days, I’m black and white afterwards
then at noon, silence becomes my pathway.
I am a perfect page holding some words

Love and hate occupy my heart two-thirds
with colors red and black to be my way.
I could be in the sky and fly like birds
When the moon walks with me, I go backwards
And when the sun does not shine I still play.
I am a perfect page holding some words.
I become the dark during some blizzards
for I do not melt with rain,  I am clay
I could be in the sky and fly like birds
Even during the night of the shepherds,
I am the grass born in the month of May.
I am a perfect page holding some words,
I could be in the sky and fly like birds.
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