• perfectly_imperfect_words 11w

    The new Dawn

    From the time of rise
    Till the time of bed
    A million things pop
    Inside your head

    Work all day long
    With untimed emotions
    Get happiness on some
    And some have frustrations

    Get home and see
    A messed up place
    You still work on it
    To find yourself some space

    With a satisfied dine
    and as you lay free
    Your bed being heaven
    Where you love to be

    And with a tired body
    A new dream being born
    It has fixed you all up
    For the new Dawn

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