Dark sympathizes with the night

The light understands what's with the day

Colors labeled what's on left and right

Giving reason to who'll go and stay

Simply justice that was out of sight

Don't know that day and night are made of clay

That grays are whites

And whites are grays

Skin colors supposed to be no height

Something we have to weigh

But why with it, we've learned to spiked

And distance our hearts some miles away

So what's the beauty of that site

Let us all hope that there'll be a place one day

Where grays are whites

And whites are grays

9/8/2015

Mysterious Aries