SHADOWS

Shadows wake tall
To shorten to tall
Begging clocks to save their height
But tick tock
Is a rhythm unbreakable
Its heels sing to break many hearts

II
To beg time
Do beg yourself
To hop on its speed
Like a good passenger
To reach destinations in time
To dance to its chime
Life is but a rose today
But moulded rot tomorrow
Rots sweepeable by loving hands
Into hidden bins
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) September 29, 2016

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