I rise on a summer morn
Viewing feeling the addae drizzling through my face
Making me to emerge from my mundane
As I take a walk through the terrace
Enjoying the warmth of the sunshine on my skin
I felt the joy within the birds chirping
Playing like a baby with no misgiving
I felt the cool breeze on the trees making them to dance profusely like a bacchanal
Enjoying themselves although the day
At this point I felt anguished because I can't be like them
The feeling of uneasiness of mind
All thought running through my head like a vechile on the highway.
I've got a lot of things to worry about.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 3:10 AM UTC
I rise on a summer morn
Viewing feeling the addae drizzling through my face
Making me to emerge from my mundane
As I take a walk through the terrace
Enjoying the warmth of the sunshine on my skin
I felt the joy within the birds chirping
Playing like a baby with no misgiving
I felt the cool breeze on the trees making them to dance profusely like a bacchanal
Enjoying themselves although the day
At this point I felt anguished because I can't be like them
The feeling of uneasiness of mind
All thought running through my head like a vechile on the highway.
I've got a lot of things to worry about.
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