Aye, the great one
that plucked the innocence out of me
and bandaged me with knowledge,
The one
who broke my grandma's back
but packed her with memmories
of jumpy and twisty dance
back in the days
Aye you, the never aging,
you who irons differences
to build love; coz hearts yield,
You that abates anger
and plants indifference
when fumes are spent,
Experience, one of your tools,
I bow to you
Ooh the great physician
of all ages of centuries;
my heart is bleeding
my soul is aching
these eyes stare but see not..
..since she left
please the great one
tick-tock away, like you do,
please faster,
that this cold may seep away
in the warmth of your surprises
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