Olden Clock
Olden clock
Rusty nails and forgotten tales
Gnarled Brailles fogs your brain
Amongst the sacred trail you did not take
Whimpered cries can not break
Only a cloud shall escape
A quickened pace
You will embrace
Copyright © Brittney Vanaglash | Year Posted 2022
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