The ClockA Poem by itaiThe world has left the clouds behind like the years that we waved goodbye remember tears that fell but never touched the ground. A deja vu moment on the streets of London an early morning conversation with my father An egg sandwich left on the kitchen counter All wrapped up in aluminium foil and plastic. -IRM
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