January 4, 2011
By , White Plains, NY
The darkness is the shadows I walk in
the moon I watch through the stars at night
Bright off the walls that can hold lightning
quiet off the doors that hold in thunder
I am the tiger who let out the roar
the monkey falling from the tree.
But nobody can see through me
Not you not me
For we cant see
What is only there through the heart
The darkness and the brightness

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