(About "Weekends": This is a descending line poem. These poems start out with a ten-word line, but the lines decrease in the number of words until there's only one.)
The weekends are the cranes lifting weights off my shoulders.
I come home to an oasis of comfort, warmth.
Finally, I can sleep after five insomniac days.
I can see my cats, family, friends.
School is fun, but so tiring.
Now, two days of nothing.
I can breathe again.
I can relax.
No stress.
Ahhh...
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Pure Poetry Pt. 2
ПоэзияA collection of the poetry I wrote during the 2024-2025 year.
