Published On: July 22, 2018 11:13 AM NPT By: Moin Uddin

The clock was fourteen

The clock was fourteen

When lights are turned off
The darkness surrounds 
I go to bed and cuddle into the blanket
The tiredness surrounds and eyes slowly closes 
And soon dreams welcomes into her amuses.
The scene was serene, the environment was marine
The closeness was clean, the clock was fourteen
The talk was calming and we enjoyed raining
Seeing from the cuddled warmth of esteem.
When clock was 5:00 in the morning
The dream smiled and went in 
The hand rose above, mouth sighed
Fingers caressed eyes, the snuggled bedding agonize
I chuck out and apologize
The chirping birds fly over the sky
Making me wonder what shall I fry
I clean my face and rub my back
I splash the water and listen to music track.
I come with ideas and wear my dress
Eat some breakfast and come out from door
And talk with self.

clock, was, fourteen,

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