Aug 2013
The ticking of a clock,
Oh! the warmth it brings.
The thoughts of a second past three
Overwhelm this small, bright being.
The red hand
F
A
L
L
S
Continuous. And in any minute this day will end.
Until tomorrow. Yes. Tomorrow.
It will come again.
Oh! the warmth it brings.
The thoughts of a second past three
Overwhelm this small, bright being.
The red hand
F
A
L
L
S
Continuous. And in any minute this day will end.
Until tomorrow. Yes. Tomorrow.
It will come again.
Smile. The bell just rang :)
(Australia)
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