Time will tell the tale
Of seeds that became trees without being planted
Of
unplanned days that held the dawn of the sleeping eye
Of the babe that weaned
on strange breasts that ought to have died
Time will tell the tale
Of ships that sailed off course to journey to its
destiny
Of lovers that have never met but knows one another's name
Of hearts that've reached their capacity but had the audacity to keep it wanting
Time will tell the tale
Of false moments that have tainted forever
Of deep scars
that signed a long history
Of forgotten scents smelt and remembered to stretch
a reluctant smile
Time will tell the tale
When there is no time left to tell it
When signs are all that's left
When memories are all that's right
And tales of time is all that ends
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