Poetry Clips – Languid (The Years Slip Slowly Away)


The clock sounds

In bitter despair

Face faded

Hands posed

In prayer

She marks the minutes

And the hours

In languid repetition

Through winter storms

And summer flowers

Day turns to night

Night turns to day

And the years

Slip slowly

Away

© Ann Bagnall

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