Time – it ticked – again – again
And stroked the hand of sorrow
I may be here today she said –
But will I be tomorrow
Will it come – should I wait
And part with dreams to please
Your sentiment of heartfelt grief –
I shan’t – I will not ease
Ergo time ticked – it would not stop
To lend more time to share
The mood – the sun’s mortality
Portrayed its own despair
Despair one ought defeat – (with time)
The dawn of a new day
A chance encounter tomorrow brought
Then waved despair away
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