Clocks Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Clocks



I took the numbers
off the clock
& slipped them in her mouth,
Every time I think of her.
Whether she moves
or stands still
Time is of no importance.
My arms will always
wind
in search of her

Clocks
Tuesday, January 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: abstract,eternity,for her,infatuation ,kiss,love,mouth,time,true love
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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