Once I thought
Eternity was vast and white,
Ringed with spectral light
Like the cratered moon.
Old
and dead
All warmth long fled
Now
it's smaller
These drops of water
Sliding down the pane,
All time in their atoms
Do contain.
By Ruth Frost
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