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Serenity
Its irony, how things turn out to be
The past redeemed in to boundless me
I have appreciated the shadiest times and sentiment
They put up a resilient state of my thought
That day I moaned a torrent out of the wounded heart
I fail to recall that now, melt away on that spot
The dreadful and horrific eras generated marvelous mentality
To sense the throne or the rose was a prime of my Tenacity
The groove of my bed was a comfort to feel amenity
I reached the highest point of understanding out of my pain
Serenity and relief embedded hope to attain
Wiped away my tears through the storm and hurricane
I went numb washed away my dizziness in the rain
I got it all, set and maintain
It’s about not thinking while having a brain.
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Ksanet Brhane
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