'Knife Edge'
by Valentine
The tear glistens
The rain listens
The thunder abates
Perplexed
The rose petal
Looks down at the thorn
Quite forlorn and
Perplexed
The waves break
Against the harbour wall
And then recoil
Perplexed
The soft feathers spread
As the eagle swoops
But the talons withdraw
Perplexed
The soft hand clenches
A fist appears
In a velvet glove
Perplexed
The bee stings
As a last resort
And dies
Perplexed
Fight, flight, kill and care
Nature on a knife edge
Paradox in proximity
Perplexing...
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