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Though a poema once complete is eternal,
You can't be trapped inside a frame
Cause people are not images.
Though there are two 'W°' of the world,
Black and white
But the inside Running flow is of the same tint.
White is the color of the clouds in the day sky
Black is the color of the clouds in the night sky.
If white makes warm then black makes calm
They both are like that of a bond
Endless, infinity and unframed.
© Vier