The Cycle
The river is flowing
Till it has none
Of the clear blue water
Absorbed by the sun
The water droplets
Form something nasty
I warn you
This is not a fantasy
The sky turns grey
It is frightening
Of how sudden the changes
Is occurring
Life rains down
On a dry patch of land
Into the river
And the river started flowing again
Life is a cycle
You live and you die
What matters the most is
You live an interesting life
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