You

Gentle as a blowing breeze,
Soft as a floating cloud,
Rough as a great oak,
Hard as a solid rock,

You are one,
You are two,
With simple thoughts,
And complicated moves,

With a heart of gold,
And a mind of siliver,
You are one,
You are two,

You are love,
You are hate,
You are dreams,
You are my reality.

poem by Rebecca Adams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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