The Illusion
The second hand moves clockwise
Forward
Rarely back
The time of saving daylight
May give one light
Yet no minutus back
The light from this gift
Can not affect any darkness proior
The darkness remains
Haunts
Tortures
So keep your hour of light
For it is only an illusion
Of a brighter day never to come
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