The Edge Of A Knife
P Patti Masterman
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We turn toward the light,
For the dark we abhor;
The fire burns so bright-
And the night is a door.
Or we shrink from the day,
And put night on the shelf;
Day comes, anyway-
Then night comes, with stealth.
The night harbors death,
But the day shows us life-
Before nothing is left
On the edge of a knife.
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