the clock
does not move
the morning
seems to never
arrive
my eyes turn
toward the West
thousands of miles
away
and a sigh
escapes unnoticed
by everyone
but me
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Thank you.
I know this feeling so well, Len (sigh). xo
But I think your eyes are going in another direction, no?
My eyes go in the direction where my heart beats the loudest, Len.
And that is as it should be.
I think I need my glasses because I read: “The clock does not move the morning” and thought it a good line 🙂
You know you are right. That could have worked all by itself.