Tick tock.
the clock is ticking
as i traipse down
the grand staircase
in my pretty gown.
no glass slipper nor a prince
i will leave nothing but footprints.
I disappear out of sight.
the clock strikes midnight.
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An Anamnesis Of Spring √
PoetryI do not blame the rain for my tears. - Complete YT Spring Book Awards 2021 winner #33 in poems 3.22.21 #25 in poetry 12.10.22
