Sorrows are vagaries of fate
Forget,neglect or contemplate
Its the same, isnt it
You just cant twist it
The precious moments of life
Whiz by without a tiny strife
But when the moments freeze
They surround you like grease
How will you narrate your echo
You'll hear sharper replies
Everybody's busy , so busy
Cuddling their own sorrows
Just dont set loose your prize
Anyhow time never borrows ..
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