Thieves of time,
Subtle in their art
As a penny passed tween one weight and another
Carefully counterbalanced
So the cogs of the clock turned round
Just so
Cogs kept moving
The giant hour hand
As minutes passed on by
Whilst the second hand, cried
People stared at their time pieces
Trying to get it back
But the clocks in the town hall square
All wailed out of time
Listen up people…in orchestral chimes
The auditors have been in….and committed a crime…
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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