She opens her eyes but she sees black,
so she closes to see clear,
between black and white, she has no choice,
for it's always the same color she sees.
Can she hear her heart being deaf,
call the leaks, it's always the same blunder,
between truth and falsehood, without much reflection,
even if it hurts, truth has its blessings.
Her soul speaks, but does not receive any sound,
then it screams, no noise, not a single tone,
between doubt and confidence, there are resonances,
where is the error, if deep, mistrusts she sleeps.
Between black and white, between good and evil,
between lies and truth, she knows very well,
What path to be taken by her now,
without wasting a second of time.
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