I see part of the night,
when the sun is going down,
they are going to start the fight,
blue and black are in the town.
Trying to win the competition,
a Black cat is more powerful,
there's again a repetition-
and the night is more respectful.
In the earth that God created,
they continue playing everyday,
because now black is erased.
The play of night and day.

Your first poem in English?
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