Your white visage is constantly staring at me
as if you were looking off into a space of
wonderment with a fixed glare.
As your language along your face keeps me on my feet every passing day,
the seasons are always changing.
Do you know how valuable your movements are to me?
Regardless of what I choose to do,
your gears are in constant motion:
Turning,
Clicking
Chiming.
Sometimes you measure how long war takes
or the duration of a child's lunch break.
Other times it maybe the kiss on a wedding day
or the waiting for the last breathe of life.
Whatever you are used for,
I always see your face staring at me while your hands
grasp
every new movement of time.
as if you were looking off into a space of
wonderment with a fixed glare.
As your language along your face keeps me on my feet every passing day,
the seasons are always changing.
Do you know how valuable your movements are to me?
Regardless of what I choose to do,
your gears are in constant motion:
Turning,
Clicking
Chiming.
Sometimes you measure how long war takes
or the duration of a child's lunch break.
Other times it maybe the kiss on a wedding day
or the waiting for the last breathe of life.
Whatever you are used for,
I always see your face staring at me while your hands
grasp
every new movement of time.
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