Hands Of The Clock Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Hands Of The Clock



hands of the clock
compete with each other
the sunset’s gone
in a blink of an eye
the sunrise appears
in just a glance

what I see in you
is what you should too
hours, days, distance
I care not, stay close
this wonderful memory
will show us the way

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