The fruit has dropped, it lays on the ground
The plane has left, we're still airport bound
Look at the clock, its hands move too fast
The candle burns short, it will never last
Vultures are circling, an ambulance on the way
Your lamb left an hour ago with a wolf to play
You put on your glasses after you're blind
A trap door opens, the reprieve just signed
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: September 1st, 2026 03:12
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Comments1
lovely flow to this piece, much enjoyed
Thank you Norman for your read and kind words they are most appreciated
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