#WritcoPoemChallenge
Tick tock goes the clock,
Tick tock, it's time to take stock..
The echoes of days, now whispers of past,
The moments that flew, too quick, too fast.
After the noise, after the race,
Comes the stillness, the quiet embrace.
The world spins on, relentless and wide,
But in each pause, there’s room to decide.
What’s after the hurry, after the...