micro-conceit trio, expanded
A tide‑glass hour ends before the sand, but the sea keeps counting.
A ring compass points north yet circles my finger like a vow.
Even broken, a lantern shard keeps a fragment of the night inside.
North waits for no tide; it circles in gold.
A vow can light the way, even in shards.
The night ends before the sand, and the sea continues counting.
Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2025-09-20 at 14:18
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a vow's meridian
A tide‑glass hour ends before the sand, but the sea keeps counting.
A ring compass points north yet circles my finger like a vow.
Even broken, a lantern shard keeps a fragment of the night inside.
North waits for no tide; it circles in gold.
A vow can light the way, even in shards.
The night ends before the sand, and the sea continues counting.
Poetry by anonface
Read 2604 times
Written on 2025-09-20 at 14:18
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