Flowing down sandy, soft
Rocks that have been through landslides
The reflection of the sun, tingeing the rocks like a tan
Salty water, leaves ebony streams
Flowing downward over the ridges that create a face,
Before a welcoming, familiar light dries it away.
Spectators, mesmerized by the scene
Mesmerized by the trickles of wet
That flows down the surface of the rocks.
On one deserted day, without
Viewers and scattered drops of sentiment,
The welcoming, light will forever cease the ebony streams.
Author notes
metaphor for something.can you guess what it iss?
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