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"Time is the wisest counsellor of all.” Pericles
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                                  Time Heals Heartbroken Souls

                               In the aftermath of a broken heart
                          That wrenches the soul and tears it apart,
                             A storm arises, weird, wild and woeful
                             Rendering one`s life dreary and awful;

                      The heart brims with dark sorrows and sadness,
                              The eyes drip like a river of distress,
                         Nights are turned to trails of tearful torment
                        And days are transformed to endless lament;

                        The mind is veiled with a shroud of darkness,
                       All thoughts are dulled with layers of bleakness,
                           All along one`s path weird shadows collide
                             And in the inner self bleak feelings hide;

                           Deep within, one feels the roars of thunder
                              Shattering the core breast wide asunder,
                             The whole body resounds with acute pain
                          And the spirit is dulled with stress and strain;

                            The echoes of moments erewhile cherished,
                               The sweet music of voices once relished
                                 Now reverberate in the hardened ears 
                    Like the strange screeching shrills of ghosts with fear;

                               Memories of broken love haunt the brain
                            And break-up dreams recur times and again,
                            Sealing in the soul scars deep and profound,
                                  Not easy at start to rub out around.

                          Yet no wound lies that sands of time can`t heal,
                     Though, with every dawn that gleams, pains one feels,
                               Shine of the sun dispels darkness of night
                             And restores the sparkling sapphire of light; 

                              A heartbroken soul soon learns his lesson
                                  To ignite a new flame or with reason
                               Scan the depth of his shining inner self
                            Or search the sparkling light within himself; 

                           Let the sands of time teach heartbroken souls
                             To rise from beds of sorrows and be whole,
                               To kindle their spirit, greet the new day 
                             And dispel the clouds of grief with a sway;

                          With each break of day, life its course follows
                                Like a river to the deep sea does flow,
                           Plucking new strength on the way day by day
                            And new hopes to disperse the gloom away;

                           Time, mightier than the sword, at long end, 
                              Transforms into grey ashes every man
                             And sweeps his sweetest or sour memory
                                 To the wild wilderness without mercy.
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