Time heals all wounds
When I see shaded leaves,
lounging among strands of grass,
as autumn unhooks under its sleeves,
when harsh winter has come to pass,
and grass dappled by lurid sun,
when summer hastes into the tropics,
where child's’play in the spells is no more fun-
since the rains are no more; a trending topic.
Then of time I do question wounds...
For as winter grows bitter spreading its tendency
branches full of plumage fall to the ground,
and the trees face harsh dormancy,
and that which bares the harsh test of time,
is healed and placed back in to prime.
When I see shaded leaves,
lounging among strands of grass,
as autumn unhooks under its sleeves,
when harsh winter has come to pass,
and grass dappled by lurid sun,
when summer hastes into the tropics,
where child's’play in the spells is no more fun-
since the rains are no more; a trending topic.
Then of time I do question wounds...
For as winter grows bitter spreading its tendency
branches full of plumage fall to the ground,
and the trees face harsh dormancy,
and that which bares the harsh test of time,
is healed and placed back in to prime.
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