Right Time

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One winter morning, sipping beverage,
Buses and cars emerged from fog,
Being apparent and clearer,
As I stared at the busy lane.

Things reach us at the right time,
No matter how much we want,
They show up and meet us,
As they were destined for.

Seasons share their wisdom,
Via tiny little details,
Each has some to say,
Each has many to show.

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