Posted in Literature, poetry, short poem, Uncategorized, writing

Time has its ways

Time heals any pain

Can even reveal a face

Which may cause the pain

But time has the power

To heal it all away

Can even distinguish

A crook in disguise with a look

Or may it be a mate of a time

That may blind your eye

Hiding the true face

Behind the fake

Leaving even without any trace

Time has its way

To wash it all away

from a place where it came

Time makes its own ways

Making place for hope

As it moves on.

Without any say

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