Mirrors are mirroring
The wholeness of halves.
Together, night and day bathe
The roundness of Earth.
Shakespearean quest
To be or not to be,
Is just one riddle
Not two or for two.
White and black,
Are one and not other
Like poles of a magnet,
So other, but one.
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Author:
Florin Dragoș Minculescu (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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