The Weekend

Breezes of the wind, I feel it

Massaging my scalp, tranquil I feel..

My mind, my heart, my conscious, all one

I feel like souring, my soul, my guide

Spreading the wings of my entity, falling to the mercy of destiny

Sighing with anguish, I open my eyes to see I was blind

Awaking to this hidden message, feel I, no more..

Monday is here......

This poem is about: 
Our world


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