Every day, every night,
Two ancient Virtues,
the first White, the second Black,
meet deadly
and in a persuasive way
lay siege,
without any remedy,
my poor mind.
The White One lavishes
Spiritual Pureness.
From the Black One flows
Sexual Passion.
White or Black:
the Neverending Dispute.
But I'm, really,
satisfied only with Gray!
I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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