Love Poetry Collections (SEASON 2)

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Tictac...Click Clack

Time is running,
Time is beating,
Thick the lock,
Think it and pack.

It's a heavy duty,
It was compact and sturdy,
Aged souls,
An era where everyone put shawls in their shoulders.

So cold and wintry,
So hold and it was life finest savory,
Time is running,
Slow your walk.

Time beats and heat,
Fast your mind,
Never steal shadows from behind,
Never be blind.

From one-to-twelve,
As I stack thousands of pain and conflicts,
As I snuck into a surface where,
I am stucked between past and future.

If time stands still,
If time didn't unstop,
Tictac, tictac...
Click, clack...

New gen, attack-to-click-clack.