All is quiet
the rooms are still
books rest on their shelves
eyes glasses in their cases
coats in their closet.
All is quiet.
Except for the kitchen clock.
It still hangs on it's wall
calmly counting eternity
as we, crowns of creation, fade like dreams on waking.
the rooms are still
books rest on their shelves
eyes glasses in their cases
coats in their closet.
All is quiet.
Except for the kitchen clock.
It still hangs on it's wall
calmly counting eternity
as we, crowns of creation, fade like dreams on waking.
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