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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Tick Tock

Tick tock


The clock ticks down
Though a window
The door lays wide open

Questions unheard
Answers under a blanket of snow
Draw in the sand

On a beach in another land
Arranged just so
A tariff on ones soul

Attributes of the lost and found
Desires just a snow flake
On the ground

Decisive somehow
Hope can be buried
Time has a memory

2 comments:

neil child said...

And I hearken to the tickings ...
Reckon my beginnings, once again!

williampwright said...

I like the sound of that...