September 6, 2019
Summer Break by Mahik’s
Sunrise from Madras, Ore.Source: Sunrise 03 | Penelope Peru Photography
No idea pops in my head,
So busy, all my thoughts are shed,
I work on bench and on bed,
Don’t know if I am alive or dead,
Big pile of work on a little soul,
I live under a rock of endless load,
Feel pity, rescue me from chores,
Cause I can’t handle more,
When the sun gets up,
So am I,
The sun sets down, but I work all night,
Leave me please,
Always I scream,
But the voice I get is – No! Do these,
Then blessing comes,
Call it summer break,
To save the weary me – Hurray!
It breaks my cage,
It reminds me to write again.
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