What will time tell?
The skies are clouded
the horizon too dark to see
the way of the world
once it has gone
and the clock has stopped ticking.
Daily poem 42: Time
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What will time tell?
The skies are clouded
the horizon too dark to see
the way of the world
once it has gone
and the clock has stopped ticking.
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More darkness. A perfect use of the 42 form. (K)
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