In the slim chance of happening,
my heart has learnt to abide-
In a stillness and in a solitude
for which weariness can hide.
Where weariness and fortitude
have melded and become one.
Where trials and tribulations
are pasts and have been dones
Where pain and memory have no foothold,
for their tempers have been curbed.
Where rest is not a dream.
Where peace lies undisturbed.
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