The Leaves are falling, but I must leave.
The Bees stopped being, but I must be.
The air has grown cold, yet I hold.
The keys to unlock, the door for my New Clock.
"Tick Tock"
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
The Leaves are falling, but I must leave.
The Bees stopped being, but I must be.
The air has grown cold, yet I hold.
The keys to unlock, the door for my New Clock.
"Tick Tock"
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
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