A clock to fast stopped by.
Slow down the moment as if,
it steals a clearer look.
And doors stand open why?
The tower how it stands,
few figure out.

To conical and each figure.
As the second hand moves how.
The other grows a shadow.
As the science transcends now.
A clock stopped by,
while love it flies, when it.





e.d.

Is It Poetry

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