The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
The present only is our own,
So Live, Love, toil with a will --
Place no faith in 'Tomorrow' --
For the clock may then be still.
Robert H. Smith
I loove this! great job :)
ReplyDeleteWow. This piece is so very mesmerizing. I can't stop looking at it...it reminds me of some bizarre film... in a good way :D Like Alice in Wonderland, or a great fantastical dream!
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