On The Edge Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In twilight's grasp, where time and dreams entwine,
We stand on edges, realms of night and day,
Where whispers of the past in shadows play,
And future's breath in silent stars align.

Reality, a fragile, fleeting thread,
Unravels in the dance of dusk and dawn,
As moments slip like sand, now here, now gone,
We chase the echoes of what lies ahead
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On this fine line, where worlds begin and end,
We find the magic in the in-between,
Where every heartbeat writes a new unseen,
And every step a chance to break or mend.

So here we stand, on edges undefined,
Where time and dreams and reality bind.