The edges of things

Where the mountains meet sky
Where rocks break sea
Where skin touches skin
And breath is breathed in

Where a knife’s edge curls wood
Where hands shape clay
Where thought becomes form
And beauty is made

Where minds grow invention
Where pen marks page
Where words start stories
And ink bleeds and fades

Where streams fall to valley
Where clouds hide sun
Where birds herald dawn
And cliffs echo song

Where paths wind through forest
Where trees root soil
Where sleep becomes dream
And life reaches end

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