Riddle Me This

It ripples in
washing over stone
Softening the edges
Washing through
the milieu
Flowing through
from me to you
Seeing into the
Seeming so vast
a shadow it will cast
First and last are both
the same
Rolling smoothly
and softly
across the shore
before and after is
just a lore
Placed there
in the middle
The riddle is now
Kristen Degenaars Davis

Written by Kristen Davis on 26/12/18
© December 26 2019 Kristen Degenaars Davis

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