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Two ancient words, in elegant script, “أبيض” (Abyad), in pure light dipped, “أسود” (Aswad), the shadow’s claim, Speak of the dance, the endless game.
A bold black ‘X’ where skies should be, A strike through fate, for all to see. And dark drips fall, like silent tears, Or ink that stains a thousand years.
It speaks of truth, the stark divide, Where black and white forever ride, Not simple choice, nor easy grace, But human thought, within this space.
A liquid dream, a painted sigh, Beneath the gaze of a questioning eye. “Echoes of Contrast,” it bravely shows, The light and dark, where meaning grows.
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