The clock ticks and tucks away;
Flickered vision frosted clear;
Sounds wobble yet subtle;
Hence a moody swing;
At a pace of daze...

Crunching clumsy campaign;
Locked beneath a cave's serene;
Fail safe walked the siren;
Serving the starving minds;
The place of cherished thoughts...

Given as a GIFT;
A tongue plunged with words;
Eyes leads the route;
Hearts filled with Gold;
For the Genius behind the Brain

By:
Beryl Ace

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