the sun slides in sunken moments
as the clock turns fast
to monday’s ache
from star and stone
to skin and skull –
time traces long secret lines
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Two poems
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Lovely poems, the first poem reminds me of having to get out of bed and head for work before I retired. I hope your Christmas was great!
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