Cruel Time

He is as cold as the snow flake
Walking with his head up, never looks back
He has no interest of what you are up to
He only cares draging seconds into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into months, months into years, years into ages
Until you cry out loud of a proud with tears of happiness
Or cry with no end of a regret seeing your past, asking for a return or more chances
Which is a hope you’ll never hug

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