by : Bacardi Gold
08/aug/2020
hanging on the wall, noting some leaves of mark
with eyes invisible, staring glances unblock
fixing a stare, making some honey whispers
hissing earnest talk, time is on your fingers
spinning 'round in circles, running 'round the moon
in numbered silent moment, memories shift too soon
retreating a minute's fate, releasing a destiny
dreaming a future's goal, isn't a chance for eternity
grind some grains while they're on your hands
the clock is ticking, the late hour reprimands
the seconds will be late, to catch up the luck
seize the moment, the truth is on the clock...
-o0o-
Triangle Writes... 