The clock

The discontinuous clock
aside the dust-covered window pane
stands parallel to my life
neither having sung in days;

My biography makes no sound
abandoned it slips out of sight
only you they key
can turn my heart
and bring me
back to life.

 © Copyright D. Archer October 2011

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