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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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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It is indeed 💜
More darkness. A perfect use of the 42 form. (K)
Thank you!
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Cheers, Michael 🙂