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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