Except for accepting everything that happened.

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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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