Creating my creations❤️

I wanna pen from the power of my mind, tugging and pulling at those heart strings from my marvelous, momentous  memories interwoven and entwined..

But the trouble is that my timessness of time is nothing but a rusty dust like the corroded, clogged up cogs within a cuckoo clocks chime..tho I shall still seek out smithereens, searching amidst shaded shadows betwixt my inner crevesses and seams..

I will pen my poetry to please my pleasure, leaving loads of legacies for my loved ones to treasure..and I shall not cease creating my creations as I dig and I delve deep down amongst my muddled up fascinations..Until the day of my demise, I will carry on and on..my soul has risen up to the skies.. thus my time on earth is done...