The sun rises and sets everyday,
An unbroken cycle of hope,
An awakening of expectations...

Expectations of the present
and future to come
with uncertainties of If the sun is to rise
tomorrow or never.
Men, failing and falling like
the tides of sea
But yet rising up as sea
injects us with the breeze of hope
And the sun as a mirage
for hope to reflect .
which is ,a cycle of never ending grace

#writo poem prompt



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