Tick tick tick tock
The antique clock chime
Ticks by every memory
Tocks to pass the time
Ticking through the years
Thousands of treasures hold
It took the seconds every minute
Turned the passage into gold
Its ticking hands tocked
Reliving its antique days
From its very first tick
To its following phases
It tocked through many moons
As they shine on its artist
Painting her arts of mirage
Hanging passion so guiltless
It treasured its artist
With her love though silent
Screams through her strokes
In her canvas of talent
To its every wind-up ticks
Its vintage pendulum swung
As its dial tune its notes
Her paint brush danced and sung
Tick tick tick tock
Even after centuries past
Ghosts of its ticks and tocks
Learned to love in silent at last
The antique clock stood still
In a vintage antique shop
Reminiscing moments lost in ticks
But where will it go when it stops?
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"Antique Keeper"
By:MysticalGalaxy14
[11/29/19]