Four lettered word spells hesitate:
afraid great hopes earn ashen grate.
bright star turned char, flight's broken chain
with sunshine's reign's replaced by rain.
Haste not, nor waste, reciprocate
true trust which won't prevaricate.
Tasted keenly, lost love, pain
one-sided seem again, again,
yet dreams could well anticipate
life's scheme ahead when, not too late,
tail's tale spins heads when two, wed, gain
twinned soul idyllic. Don't complain
time leaves tears, grieves. At any rate
wait not, knock on, till open gate.
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