~Poetry~

Its the simplest thing
Yet can never be spoken
Words cannot name
Colors cannot draw
The finger points
But always at itself
Three more point back
Its a paradox that isn’t
It is the love and the hate
The life and too the death
It cannot be and still is all
You will never understand
Yet still you must try
For two can be one
Without subtraction
You need not sacrifice
Yet one must be witness
To that which cannot be seen

It’s simple

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