Right timing, wrong hour 

Questions may be asked,never lending an ear, sharing a voice.

Their notion of us has taken its place, though nothing really matters.

To say the truth.                                               as long as the winters pass                 summer’s heat,                                        spring’s blossom,                                           and fall lends autumn its leaves.

We’ll set free                                                 from everything—

even the whispers of lies and laughter between teeth and tongue.

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