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Yin and Yang


Yin and Yang
By Aditi Bhattamishra

Yin and Yang.
Bad and good.
Two parts,
One whole.
If let loose,
One without the other, 
Leaves darkness in its wake.
If let loose,
One without the other
Leaves peace in its path.
Struggling,
Cursing,
Sometimes victorious, too.
The battle goes on,
And on,
And on,
And on,
And on,
And on,
And on,
Infinite. 

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