Juxtaposition
The night descends the day doest fall
the sun must also sleep.
Each precious gift the Master gives
must have a darker keep.
The rain falls down and floods the shore
and many righteous drown.
The grain grows tall to feed mankind
but still the children frown.
The lovers twine the holy rise
yet sinners strive and win.
Each precious gift the Master gives
Must hide a darker sin.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
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