Anxious Snow.

Spring has sprung, poetry begun.

Has it begun?
Already it's here.
The beating of the clock,
as cars roar and cheer.
Among the whirls, the ticks,
of a wheel and single cog
a monochrome heart,
can truly never fog.

♥

Author's Note

Lacking some flow and organizational structure.

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Powerful write with emotions.
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