pendulum
Speaking in whispers
no one cares
within the crying
a serenade is played
Secrets not shared
Winter is early this year
Snow on the ground
it looks like Christmas is all year round
It all starts within the gloom upstairs
imprisoned Caesars waiting
their pendulum just stears
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2024
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