Cascade

The fall

Decades of cascade

We hold in our palms

An action leads to another,

Not revealing its true form

An imagined fear

Of the eventual fall

Does take a toll

On the near and dear

Know it or not

Believe it or not

Accept it or not

The day shall come to a halt

And the cascade simply drops

Decayed in the layers

Of time’s relentless dance

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