Digital Clock

The digits of the clock

Spell out her date of birth:

One of the noblest souls

On this great wounded earth.


Before her numerals

I bow a reverent head

And wish that I could kiss

Each vestige of her tread.

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Written on 2021-10-18 at 02:32

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
This is sweet and beautiful.