Today I went out,
I sat on a bench,
The weather was hot,
Yet the wind brough comfort,
The sky was bright blue,
With hints of clouds,
What a sight!
A peaceful scene,
Like a painted memory,
From the strokes and brushes,
Of a talented painter,
But the thoughts,
Turn vicious and wild,
The doubts polluted the air,
Sowing seeds of uncertainties,
Tears fell down,
Tighten chest,
Gasping for air,
In that moment,
I desire nothing,
Except for accepting everything that happened.
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