Ding. . . Ding. . .
Time begins to sing
Will we ever know?
How much to sow?
Hide and elipse
Into sorrow.
Keep it away,
From the rest of the world.
As told,
From the stories of old.
Come and find
My mind
Keep me close
Till my eyes close.
In a jar keep my last breath.
A whisper hidden
In an utter.
Open it the words may clutter
Your mind.
Open it when its time.
For now
Hide it away. . .
Keep it safe,
From the rest of the world.
Ding. . . Ding. . .
Time begins to sing.
Will we ever know?
Picture: http://www.deviantart.com/art/come-find-me-52902506
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