Old Clock Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
Old Clock
a time stayed
in the old clock
it closed in the hour
for minute for second
with last hitting
with the tilt the pendulum
with pulsation of pointers
as the ending of the show
when a curtain fell
or like of lines
of the life
when the man is walking away
in order not to come back
I am using the key
I can wind a clock
to free the time
but for every
there is no us now...
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