Melting Clock Poem by Adi Cox

Melting Clock



Melting Clock

Morning wakes
to a cold sun.
Birds freeze
and dropp from trees.

Opaqueness thaws
to the clarity
of transparent drops
that drip
tick
tock.

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Adi Cox

Adi Cox

Lincoln England
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