Time

    Time has changed the meanings
    And the memories that hold
    The key to the past.

    The sufferings and the tears,
    They mean nothing anymore
    To the new me that exists.

    Only the laughter and happiness remain,
    Even in this gloomy world
    I hold my head high � untouched.

    Time is a blessing,
    Inevitable and a cure for the heart and the mind.
    Time heals the broken wings of a fragile soul.

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