Illusion

You are the day
As I am the night
Some things we could give up
Others we would fight
For
The love of a wise man
The wealth of a poor man
Some things we always
Adore
Hanging onto teathered ropes
Grabing at every leaf
At the end of this journey
We learn
It's always you and me

This poem is about: 
My family

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