Nightbreak

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When the night breaks over the soul
To whisper in the sand
Forgiveness wounds more than the blows
Never and a day the lie
When the morning comes into the heart
To shout upon the waves
Salvation clutches a fist of woes
Taking is a game for two
When the full moon creeps behind the mind
To chant in city streets
Redemption kills wherever it goes
Empty the gift of life
When midnight slips into the dreams
To sing its children home
Obsession blames the world of woes
To make it right takes hope

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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