The disturbed flower may not bloom
Even for a selfless bee in need of the crown
The tempered sun may just stay in gloom
Even if you beg for a little shine with a frown
Some says early some says late
It doesn’t matter when what time
The one staying will just have to wait
For the other, waiting is not a crime
This river may dry the bridge may fall
Tomorrow she may be different
Today what she says must be pertinent
She may not be there when you call
Everyone does what they want
Some are givers some are takers
For some who are far from savant
You can just shrug your shoulders
Or run...
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