The Cycle
Waves of thunder
Balls of glass
Raining through
A looking glass.
Estuary
Look and see
How I do this
What is me?
Resting in this mighty tower
Where's the drawbridge
Final hour.
Ending secrets
All in time
Speaking through like
Voice-less mimes.
Cloudy is the sun today
Wagering without delay
Reaching hands
I've lost within
Reaching for a timeless win.
Only today
Is ne'er enough
Scattering the seeds
Of rustic wealth.
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