Tick tock


Can you hear the hands of the clock

As they move round and round – tick tock – ?

You can run, you can hide and mock,

But never outrun the hours’ flock.

When on the door fate’s hands knock

None can quite live through the shock,

Among strange white groves we walk

Searching the key to our lock.

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