Clocks on White Walls by Caroline Tiss
I like to think about the hours past
A million shards of broken glass
Piercing me
Like the memory
Of the pebble I threw into the sea,
Carelessly
Cold is the silver morning dew
On the buds of roses blue
Real to the touch
But a temporary love,
Like trying to grab onto the sea
As it sweeps you off your nimble feet
Let the wheel of fortune turn with time
Let go of your grip so tight
It’s a beautiful life.
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