Poem: The Edge of Fate

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dewdrop in the morning 
trembles at the edge 
of a budding flower 
not knowing 
if it will fall over
or linger for just 
a while longer

a razor's edge
of possibility
one or the other
will gravity win
or will it cling
long enough for 
the sun's drying touch

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