FEINT,MARGIN

Feint, like a shadow, in the margins of life,

A whisper, that echoes, through the chaos and strife.

It dances, like a flame, with the rhythm of our dreams,

And flows, like a river, in the stream of our schemes.

Margin, like a boundary, that separates and defines,

A line, that separates, what's real and what's confined.

It holds, like a gate, the secrets of our fate,

And reveals, like a key, the path that we must take.

Feint and margin, two sides of the same coin,

A balance, that swings, between joy and pain and pain.

They shape, like a mold, the contours of our soul,

And define, like a mold, the limits of our goal.

So let us embrace, the feint and the margin,

And cherish, the mystery, that lies within.

For they are the roots, that anchor us to life,

And the wings, that lift us, to the heights of the sky.