Round trip. May 26, 2012 by bpb in Photos, Poems Spewed upward, gushing white. Flowing out, wavering clear. Slipping off the edge, shimmering sleek. The return hidden, but cycle complete. Share: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading... Related