Story and its Time

It was then,

And now it is again. 

The world did know how to sway.

Time didn’t have time to tell its story,

Every time it told, it was lost. 

For time had no time to lose,

And to lose, was what it always wanted. 

The air didn’t lift the suspense,

The wind didn’t keep its promise.

And when they came rushing, it lifted

What the air didn’t spell, wind had to tell. 

Everything in its time get chance to come to fore,

No story is left untold, no heart left to crave for more. 

But when one decides to close themselves in the shackles of their feelings,

The world waits for the bubble to burst when patience reaches it’s glass ceiling.

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