Friday, June 29, 2012

TIME



As bud blooms with time,

A wound heals in time.

As time it takes to build,

It takes time to wilt.

A news of some dread,

A time for it to spread.

At times one can hide,

The true colors inside.

A time for joy ride, 

With love and pride.

In time I say it heals,

A time for past to seal.

Time stops for none, 

Until your day is done.

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