Chronostasis

The second hand bends
so the moment stretches and melts.
Tick

Leaves hang midway from trees,
a gentle breath and they fall.
Tock

The sunlight shivers

Tick

A sigh

Tock

The second hand bends,
the moment stretches,
melts.

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Writer and aspiring publisher
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