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Clunky hands tick round To beckon the rooster's crow -- No crisp morn summoned. Perhaps sharp teeth sliced Spilling chunks on moving gears -- Springs once sprung severed. Though ticks still trundle Their purpose swings freshly void -- Dense clunks breed gloaming. With no shredding bay Ending rapid eye movement -- Endless night transpires.
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May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
Old Broken Clocks Can't Wake The Day
Clunky hands tick round To beckon the rooster's crow -- No crisp morn summoned. Perhaps sharp teeth sliced Spilling chunks on moving gears -- Springs once sprung severed. Though ticks still trundle Their purpose swings freshly void -- Dense clunks breed gloaming. With no shredding bay Ending rapid eye movement -- Endless night transpires.
. I wanted to write something with Haiku verses. Voila! .
#broken#haiku#time#dark
leigh321f
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Irish
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
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