The hypnotic tick tock
Of a concealed clock.
Artificial flowers in a vase.
The truth is writ large.
I do not repent
Of their fleeting scent.
But time ends all rhyme.
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K Morris - Poet 
The reality will always win. Have a beautiful weekend, Kevin! xx
Thank you, Michael. You too, enjoy your weekend. All the best. Kevin
Thank you very much, Kevin! xx Michael 🙂