How can it be I feel so weight down when I finally can breath?
balance?
...
Yin and Yang they might have been.
Yang had the family seven years before,
she came to bliss his Day with joy.
When he came the mother's wrath,
nurse was in a shock, but made the quake.
She was late, her birth done right.
Family joy for later years.
A bliss foretold round Yole last.
All them cried, but she as Yin;
the out of world, the one alone to roam;
calm as the peace dove sat.
Reckless they both blew with each other.
A father's tears joined by son and mother's rage.
Sweet sleep with reckless contrast.
Now black and white go hand in hand.
Such sibling bliss they help to find.
I am turning cold to mend a fragile heart.
None could hear her thought
Silence of patience.
Voices roar above her subtle hints
For the third obvious such heavens weather.
He has grown. I hardly see my brother grown;
I see a reason from experience spun.
Such knowledge I hope for nought.
See tomorrow shine...
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