After everything has been done
and the gossips have been
said and whispered,
Life goes on…
Only time will tell
who’s happy or right
like poems in their rawness,
who knows what they healeth?
The leaves have their
reasons for being
The flowers have their
seasons for blooming
and the birds have their
freedom for singing.
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