Time warped to the good days,
no ties or lies pulling me,
from the serene reverie,
on the day He rested for good.
Harmony in praises n chords,
and a few familiar eyes.
Here I stay in silence,
behind me the redeemer smiles.
Long before 'em shallow lines,
this seat was my hamlet lone.
Wishes of peace and bells,
different yet love indeed.
Buzzing bees and hushed prayers,
minutes after the little shower.
This moment I missed for months,
alone with the Spirited One.
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