Time In Treadmill
The golden king of days,
ruling sky just for hours.
Sparkling jewels of nights,
fading at destined time.
Dipped in wealthy waters,
ah! dark days yet to come.
If feet are soaked in mud,
yes! sun is rising soon.
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