The tale of “Evangeline” by Feelin’ Punky
Evangeline, with hands do deft,
Twined brass and dreams where time was left.
Each gear she kissed with oil and gold,
A watch was born, , new and old.
She wound the past she clicked the fate,
Her heart ticked true beyond the plate.
Not just a clock- but memory caught-
In every turn, a lesson taught.
A whisper hums when midnight chimes,
Her soul still lives between the times.
The tale of “Evangeline” by Feelin’ Punky
Evangeline, with hands do deft,
Twined brass and dreams where time was left.
Each gear she kissed with oil and gold,
A watch was born, , new and old.
She wound the past she clicked the fate,
Her heart ticked true beyond the plate.
Not just a clock- but memory caught-
In every turn, a lesson taught.
A whisper hums when midnight chimes,
Her soul still lives between the times.
