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:
And I hearken to the tickings ...
Reckon my beginnings, once again!
I like the sound of that...
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