Time falls from branches:
tick-tock, tick-tock…
He's in my brain
the one, the one…
It’s said by night:
“Don’t wait. Don’t wait.”
Tears drop from eyes
again, again…
Pulse’s beating hard:
tick-tock, tick-tock…
Who’s in his heart?
No one, no one…
Heart can’t stop dash.
Not yet, not yet…
Rain whisper spells:
“The end. The end”.
by Thea Ariss
05.09.2024
Tick-tock, tick-tock
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