The Clock Tower of Youth Chimes
A poem about loss and heartbreak
There’s an old clock tower
in Whitefish, that watches
winter with a dire need,
all those frozen tundra smiles
knowing the beauty of a moment
lies in cozy boutiques.
There’s an old clock tower
in Whitefish, that watches
winter with a dire need,
all those frozen tundra smiles
knowing the beauty of a moment
lies in cozy boutiques.
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