Another English Post :)

Epilogue
Love is the wall of all men
Builded based on a strong bond between two hearts
Strong enough to defend anything
Tough enough to let them live in perfect peace and happiness 
Time is a Destructor
It draws cracks on hard walls,
Peeling colours off painted walls


Time is never a Healer
It never fills cracks
Never paint walls
Never turn back to revive what it had done

Time is a Deadly Weapon
Cold-blooded, it'll never leave any walls alone
1 crack isn't enough
As it says: The More the Merrier

Time is a Naughty Child
It tears down every single bricks of hard walls
Leaving ruins of them lying quietly, but without any peace.

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