Dark of the Soul
There is a darkness to our soul.
It is that which makes all of us whole.
Always surround yourself with death:
It's what gives art its living breath.
We must examine all that kills
In order to rid us of our ills.
Shadows cannot exist without light,
Like why there is no day with out the night.
Copyright © Danny Stinson | Year Posted 2011
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