Poetry

Timelessly
drops are falling…

Winter and summer
as
seasons
comes
year after year.

We
are caught,
eye in eye,
happy, sometimes unhappy.

Unhappy, sometimes happy,
eye in eye,
caught are
we.

Year after year
comes
seasons
as
summer and winter.

Falling are drops,
timelessly...

[Reference: Paul McCann
http://home.vicnet.net.au/~poems/ps/html/mirror_loop.html]