People rushing by
In an eventful world
A city never to sleep
Still I know I need
To give care to things
That I am told
By a voice in a letter
And speak of things
Across the ocean
Where time slows
And my eyes have seen
Beyond the dark
A breathtaking sight
There the horizon glows
With a winter still
Given this turning point
No more games
Of hide and seek
The clock has struck
And I swing on
Swing on the hands of time.
By Jennifer DeNaughel
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