Kimika N. // ODE TO MY CLOCK

My dad got me

a clock

on my

seventh

birthday.

It

never

stops

moving, and

its fingers

keep

traveling

in a circle.

Again and again,

the fingers keep walking

on

the

same pathway.

 

I have grown with

its

heartbeats.

Every moment,

it tells me

the ending of

the past

and

the beginning of

the future.

We have lived together,

and would continue to live together.

And all we do

is

share

every

minute,

every

second,

and every

moment.

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