Mask half the world in shades of white
The other half a breath of fresh air
Like a phantom against the black night
Messages sweet pitched and rare
Clarity lives lush and green
Mist fades the would be light to gray
So much mystery in the unseen
In this serenity I begin to pray
Hope and wish for yin and yang
Keeping everything in balance
My lips swiftly and sweetly sang
A tune to which we shall dance
For such equality on such a day
Leaves me breathless, but with much to say
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