Days pass
Nights turn
months overtaken by years
all to bring change
Evil it is
If change harm the begins
As lovers departCries follow them
Laughter's livid out
Worries always with them
Hope on their toes
Just to keep them awake
Believing no wind
Wipes away their peace
Nor destroy their plan
As the biding of togetherness
Tries to get warmer
Manuscript scrambles the beauty
Living like desert without oasis
Waking with Figour
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