A timeless peace settled on a Sunday
The only one of it's kind
The events that day seemed to collect
In the corners of my mind
How many times I have wasted
Worrying, fretting and more
For things that never happened
That never opened a door
Now, serene, I stand here
With the realisation, the fate
That I should have enjoyed the journey
Much earlier, not so late.
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