As clocks tick down, silence fills the air, and
life's count-down quietly falls from parched lips.
Aridly haunting times of past remembering, filling
up many acres of tranquility laughingly pursued as
serene.
Shattering light throughout the world, fragmenting
it's thoughts as clocks tick away in sands of time.
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