Patterns in the Night

< Strands of Time : We're moving on >

I like it when
the pace quickens
the plot thickens
the clock tickens.

I won't allow
words to freely
oh so nearly
come out clearly.

I hope to see
summer sizzle
firework fizzle
dripping drizzle.

I never knew
whether we
will ever be
the seventh sea.

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