Time comes when you come
In midst the ocean tides
And when the river flows
We meet at certain strike
Further and distant but still
Like the past we escape not
And in the present we just live
You do not see it at all
All is vanity that blindeth us
Shameful but truth so real
Still like the river we meet in its flow
Though we further and distant but we pray
At the end we feel the ocean’s tides
Time comes when you leave
By E.A
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