Timepiece

Trapped inside ( behind ) this glass
Light like fire flickers through my sighing veins
Limbs like clock hands point at numbers, ( odd )
How the shock of a simple tick-tock may seem
Winding back time in your mind in a dream,

She is you and you are she

Walking by water beneath a sky true blue
Eyes are free to cry in the passages of messages
Forgotten words drop to weave of leaves that swirl
Bye&bye we will meet in time again some day,

You are she and she is you

Windng back time in your mind in a dream
Trapped inside ( behind ) this glass



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Written on 2022-04-07 at 02:59

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I really enjoyed this , Chaucer. I especially liked your repetition line, which thoroughly set the scene. Allen
2022-04-07