Gusto of time


Gusto of time

Your life is tidy dew
he comes and plays on you,
just wait and see
now u r a queen-bee.

Everything was new
he came and played on you,
to show wonderful world and it's colour
he became a master.

Decay will hide your hue
he will come and play on you,
life will be boring
last page of life will be waiting.

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