Sunday Break
Sunday morning,
Sun is beautifully shining,
Air smells like Sunday
Sun feels so warm today.
Some people stays on their homes
Some are those cold malls;
Some enjoys the company of their
Friends,
And some just stay on their beds.
This day is a rest day
But workers still do paperwork's.
I wonder what happens to us,
Wondering a lot inside this bus
Isn't it crazy to have a break?
I wonder why we don't stop,
Aren't living feel so sick?
Like this freaking woman stick.
You want to stop, what should you do?
It's to do what you want and just be
True.
Forget things, left them behind,
Have a Sunday break,
And be blind.
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Her Broken Letters
PoetryThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
