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Sunday, October 25, 2015


Like a storm in the night
With deadly thunder and light
Strikes a helpless tree to oblivion
So is my clock shuttered into a dungeon

Like a dry leaf stepped on
Twigs shredded, my ribs gone
This mortal clock chiming to a loud silence
Soon my name on this earth will be `absence`

Like a lamp high on a tower
Lighting a town till the silent wee hour
So was this clock, now filament has tasted air
Storm broke glass, now the lamp`s a snare

Like a fruit thriving in the wild
Struggling through thorns but still yield
This heart will soon chime to its full
The storm will clear and sky will be blue


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