Dark Poetry #4 |
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The Clock of Wisdom |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The time, That has gone, Placed its hands on mine, And shared my thoughts as evenings crossed. I see wonders, Wonders not of oceans, But of woman gliding, Gliding so tall, Their eyes swing with ladders, Chasing skyscrapers adjacent to the grounds green playground. The life of seeing, Chasing the clocks, I see my feet stumbling over each block, Circling round and round, My eyes forever a gift, where I can chase the canyons gift to green earth. The parks smooth wind, Where the eye of a girl that sings with it, Are shadows lighting the fire, To the thunderous Oakwood trees. Night falls, I bow, Here come the shadows, For one last dance. |
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