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By Elissa Baker
The light has such power
to shadow the dark,but chooses to stay soft and new,like that of a
new born babes breath.
Becoming once again clean with every birth of the new found day.
Not becoming tarnished by nights cunning wickedry.
If the sun be the only measures of time.
When night falls,is time but a memory?
What will our dreams be for the forthcoming dawn?
Will they behold all our fortune and glory?
Will they show the incripted messages so bestowed upon our souls?
Will they unravel into our darkest dreams of Terror?
The night can be kind to those who accept it,and cruel to those who
ponder upon its inevitable arrival!
For the night shall not cower to the light!
And the light shall loose its battle for ownership of time!
But as the sun shall eventually set,giving birth to night ,it shall
rise again giving night its final breath and shinning light and peace upon
humanities face..................
Bye Elissa Baker
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