Many many years,
Must pass;
Piles of coal,
Can transform;
Into a handful
Of diamonds.

Many many months,
Must pass;
Seeds of wheat,
Can turn;
The fields into
Golden harvest.

Many many days,
Must pass;
The new moon
Can rule;
The starlit skies
Once again.

Many many hours,
Must pass;
The morning sun
Can emerge;
After a long
Cold night.

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© Jay Kaushal

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