the pendulum may swing ever onward
but I will be forever frozen, waiting for your answer.
By Gillian PeggPublished 3 years ago β’ 1 min read
Photo by Adam Kring on Unsplash
I wait, patiently
suspended between clock hands
my fate on your lips
About the Creator
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