just passing time
upon the edge of time,stands a clocktime stands still on the edge of that clock
the edges are bent and worn, as time takes its toll
time heals all wounds as the clocks wounds become neat scars.
time can only tell, as the edge of time speaks when asked
till then it says only one thing
"tick-tock".
Poetry by stef lai
Read 624 times
Written on 2008-09-05 at 22:10
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
night soul woman |
