What is a wasting time

What is a time as moment for a waste,
If lips are speechless for a tender feeling?
Inspite of wind each heart accepts its race
Both with its color. Owner of willing
For expectation always forms its space
Together with true joy and happiness to happen.
Being inside of role for shying grace
May be more tiring than mind of strength and gap...

But strength is comfort, measure to reply
And even talk - inevitable waste of time...


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