Cycle Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Cycle

Rating: 4.5


Distant shores
don't form
any kind of steadiness
if the sand under our feet
is washed away

To dream
why would i dream
when reality
is so near

Just like a salmon
who's swimming back
to its roots to die
our lives will die

Because what today
is clearly present
belongs tomorrow
to the past

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