Tick, tock,
Tick, tock,

A clock,
or someone walk on the dock?

“it don’t mean a thing,
if it ain’t got that swing….”

Humming, swinging,
do you hear me sing,
making dialogue?

The song and moods
sat on the swing that swung.

Sad, yet beautiful,
and become all roots.

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by Littlenutcracker

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Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash