He sits by his clock on the plains
Pale breeze kisses his faded skin
Crooks eyes away from gleam seas
Pens no longer spitting out his tears
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Family and problems are put together as the package we all must endure.
Don't sleep without a goodbye dear sun. It's alright. Amazing and brilliant poem is wisely penned...10
A nice poetic imagination, Michael A. C. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks