Clock of the Heart

Slowly steady,jumping to the new.
Holding hands with exiting mood,
dreaming about you,
tittles that run deep.My heart
wonders how the wings cover
every second of a sorrowful heart.
I may never know the future Blessings?
To this immence lonely and lost heart.
Slowly feeling gentle hands of an Angel,
holding wishes that were dinied. .
The love that broken a heart.
Flashing hands of time clicking to the left
and right .
The time tells me what kind of a Person you are.
With the Blessings of a gentleman
who watch me all the time.
His Tittle met to change future and our lives.

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