Poetry: Cycle


Falling drops of refracted light; the sun catches time.

Like moments frozen in place, only centuries can find.

Vast blue spans upward; a remaining chance to look.

The clouds above and salt below; the light, so overtook.

A singular sight before the crash; form water to water again.

The last and the first, in perpetual cycle; the end is where it begins.

Published by druescott13

Independent Author and Sign Language Interpreter living in Orlando, FL.

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