When Night Ticks Away

Night ticks away

Sands slip through the thin fingers

Clogged time faints in the past

Untreated hope betrays the present

Chained love moans against the future

Old windowpane clatters

Remorse flickers a candle flame on the table

Darkness catches darkness

Night ticks away

10 thoughts on “When Night Ticks Away

  1. i tuoi fiori di poesia sono sempre fiori di malinconia, ma sempre molto belli
    porto Bocelli per salutarti, l’ho fatto anche sul mio blog per dirti grazie e buongiorno

    your flowers are flowers poetry of melancholy, but always very beautiful
    porto Bocelli to say good-bye, I did well on my blog to tell you thank you and good morning

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