A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.
Enjoy.

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220. Tick tock

Can you hear the hands of the clock

As they move round and round – tick tock – ?

You can run, you can hide and mock,

But never outrun the hours’ flock.

When on the door fate’s hands knock

None can quite live through the shock,

Among strange white groves we walk

Searching the key to our lock.

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