seasonsA Poem by chr66isphantom tick, silent tock, coming from a broken clock, haunted passing, sacred time, just another unheard chime, empty hearts, spirits mock, wayward souls are placed in hock, wasted moments, such a crime, days to come will be sublime. -CV © 2008 chr66is |
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