Author: k***1
Rating: 5/5 ★★★★★
Date:
Review: In the attic where silence keeps, A clock with golden hands still sleeps. Its ticking stopped one winter's night, When stars blinked out and fled from sight. Dust like snow on rafters lies, Whispers echo of lullabies. Time forgot the wooden beams, Now only mice recall its dreams. Once it sang with chimes so bold, Marking tales the minutes told. Now it waits in patient gloom, A silent king in a papered tomb.
Color: Yellow
Size: L
