Robert James Robinson Poems

Tick tock
Tick tock,
The grandfather clock
Tries not to stop.
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Greenish skies
Those hazel eyes
Don’t you love
Those marble eyes?
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There is no right or wrong,
But how your life will prolong.
There is no superb or bad,
But only paths we choose to have.
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Shine on all,
This gold will fall.
From the sky,
It blinds my eyes.
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Can you see what I see?
My eyes are lined
In black and white
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Timeless day
In twilight blue
Wrapped in red
She never knew
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