Black & white

A week ago I missed her
A week ago I shackled my hands
Among thick jungles I shouted
As a departed train never comes back
I asked the land where to go
I alarmed my stove never to set fire
Above the trees a falcon perched
Roaming on his sight and quivers
Being out of home but tolerant
Another eagle shouted flying away on sky
His white feathers removed the dark
And I asked the brook to give me a lamp
None of us is altogether white
But indeed we have the dark
And indeed we fear of the dark
So eagles had both white and black
And ever strong, that's,
Black needs white

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Black & white