A poem using repetition for the NaPoWriMo prompt. A cascade.
We toss roses in the river,
Running to the sea,
And it leaves us both behind, you and me.
With its cargo of dead litter,
Scented sweet and tasting bitter,
We toss roses in the river.
Once we laughed like children,
Digging castles wild and free, we went
Running to the sea.
Time’s relentless, rolling river
Has love’s cargo to deliver,
But it leaves us both behind, you and me