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Sep 2014
2 -
I watch a moment more -
the hands they turn, and rise.
I know not - what to expect
With each exhaling breath.

The hands, again they move -
not together, but with each other.
A syncronised harmony -
both moving, changing blissfully.

I'd look away, but I daren't not
I stare amazed, awaiting -
trying to catch or freeze I know not -
The tick-tock of that enormous clock.
Cíara McNamara
Written by
Cíara McNamara  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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     David, wordvango, Haydn Swan, Firefly and Erenn
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