Short Poem: And the World Turns

The black heaven of night
arrayed in starry light
is stretched over the land
by a subtle hand.

Dark waves now hit the shore
in their eternal war
against the shifting sand.
Both forever stand.

Now dreams will take me home,
and I no more will roam.
Know nothing is unplanned
by the unseen hand.

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