Although I'm not so sure whether the meaning of my poem is correctly delivered to native speakers because English isn't my mother tongue,

I hope you'd enjoy it!

Then, here we go.

A Wall Clock

From when has time begun

Among those toothed wheels
Running the rat race for such a long time

Far off the daybreak
So soon becomes a dimmed twilight

Behind the running down spring memories are hiding
From jittery hands, dreams are fleeing

Whenever is singing a cuckoo tied up to the pendulum of time
Embraces the eternity in mind, and counts a moment from the outside

Inside and outside, which have you ever thought is the shadow of another
They are one after all at the end of the month

Standing with its back close on the wall when a spring stops
Then feels the darkness all of a sudden


Do you ever know what time it is now?