Life

With the waves, it moves
With the seasons it changes
With my smile, it fades
With my time it leaves
With my bruises, it heals
With the mystery it reveals
With my money, I can’t change
With my patience, it won’t wait
With my problem it solves
With the solution, it dissolves
which is what my brain can’t define
In, what my language I call life

Fihaal
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