Balance


I’m the high to your low
You’re the speed to my slow
I’m the dark to your light
You’re the calm to my fight
I’m the hot to your cold
You’re the free to my hold
I’m the slope to your level
You’re the angel to my devil
I’m the noise to your quiet
You’re the peace to my riot

Although we may have our
Ups and downs; what seems
To be extremes…there’s an
Evenness of kinds, where we
Meet inside the in-betweens

Tonya Greenlee



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