Clock store

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This little one is to tell the hours
This little one is to tell the minutes
This little one is to tell the seconds
And this little one is to mark the time.

Sunlight trickling into the open window
warming up this aging stage
in a little shop at one corner of the world
so today as well, you dance to the tune of time passing by

When did it begin, little store in a corner of the world
When was the time that worn out back still young
and when did the hands sprouting out wrinkles
The beaten sweater had forgotten its spring.

It must had been, a really, really long time
for the stage to filled with creaks
for the eyes that had became so ancient and kind
for this small paradise got cut out from the world
Little bell stops bother to sing.

These little hands are to point at time
These little feet are to dance on days.
On this stage forgotten by time
I dance, with creaking board and aging pastel
the strange melody of time
and the rhythmical humming
of gears being turned
Silly yellow bird fell asleep in its nest.

The wheel rolled by our little paradise without a glance once more today.
© 2011 - 2020 sunlightdrop
Tick-tock, and the little shop still sings its strange melody today.

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