Friday, July 27, 2007
3.04am, And The World Is Deserted... Comments
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3.04am, and the world is deserted
I watch the rain splash down, attack the ground
Skimming the window ledge, I catch glimpse of a broken
Old watch. Tock. Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock. Tock. Tock...
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Isabelle Reynolds
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7/28/2025 8:29:10 AM # 1.0.0
Great poem. I like the way you flow through from the window to the clock then to the posters and such on your wall. Isnt amazing what can be written about everyday objects we all take for granted? I can identify with the whole reaching out for something that is no longer reaching back. You will find a way to let go.