When you think of darkness, and when you think of light
Do you think of goodness, do you think of fear
Is the light really what it seams
Yet away from the dark, all creatures veer
Them both to be in harmony
Yet farther away, they couldn't be
The sun is bright and loving
And yet it roasts our skin
The moon is a sign of killing
Yet bright its ever been
Not all is what it seems to pays
And all is in its place
When you see the sun's bright rays
And feel the moonbeams on your face
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I would like to translate this poem
Hmmm..interesting. Isn't it funny how people do automatically associate dark with bad and light with good. Poem invokes many thoughts. Nicely done!