Time
Everything grows old,
Through the days of cold.
Time is beauty,
Time is Gold.
Leaves fall,
And children grow tall.
All the while,
Changes are small.
Time comes and goes,
Just as fast as the wind blows.
Time is consuming,
A wise man knows.
Time has essence,
But no evanescence.
Time is one,
Spending eternity in adolescence.
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