One half is day, one half is night.
One so much laugh, another – mourn.
One half is dark, one half is bright.
One part has died, another – born.
This conflict – only like a level,
Like Iron Age and Golden Age.
One part of me is always devil,
Another part is always sage...
Two parts of me
© Copyright: Юлианна Апостол, 2016
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