Testing

Slowly, life is sliding softly into night,
A night with darkness mingled in with light.
The cry of sorrow turns into a sigh
When body takes rest and spirit is high.

Slowly life is sliding softly into day,
A day with sun darkened with a way.
The body with spirit makes test
Which the will of one to possess?

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