The Orange Clock Above Your Head Poem by nicola burkett
The Orange Clock Above Your Head
The orange clock above your head keeps on winding down
Every second of your life ticking away
Some clocks last only moments some last years
But in the end everyone’s clock runs out
Just like a bomb it will stop, detonating from within
Scattering your body beneath the rich earth
As your soul flies free, taking an enchanted flight
Escaping back home to where you truly belong.
Oh, to soar spiritually. Lovely words from your heart shared with all of us. Much thanks! GOD Bless! Delilah
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5/3/2024 3:02:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a beautiful and profound poem. Life is fragile, but the soul is forever. Warm regards, Sandra