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Thoughts of Black Or White Or the Grayest Gray
My eyes wide through window stand
Sun rising compel thoughts of black or white or the grayest gray
Discernment from reality which is left or right hand
In a hundred lifetimes could I sway
The one answer from your lips grace
Becloud evergreens at the peak of the chill air
Heavens movement playing chase and enlaced
Cathedral veils amidst angels' illusion glory there
Your vision of crevasse darken ash in its place
Can two opposite narratives about something be errorless?
Nature melts souls unlike each other through gracious airs
Adding spice and passion to ignite one needs and desires
Of the flesh; yearning unfulfilled sweet and sour affairs
2/16/2017
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Eve Roper
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