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Can we bring back the happiness while listening to our favorite song on the radio?
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Sitting on the hammock and rocking,
Mom turns on the radio tapping,
My tights to express my excitement,
Till the frequency starts to roll on,
The feelings will float relentlessly,Giving my hands up high,
For the music plays unexpectedly,
And the vibes makes this words comfortably,
The feeling of lightness brings me back to the times of siestas,I continued to play with my legs,
And the ambiance was satisfying,
Morning sun rays passing through the window,
And the sunday wind touches my delicate skin,
And the comfort of the hammock brings me to surrender my eyes to fall down and sleep,This is an enchanted moment,
Where I put my hands on my ears and wonder,
If the music leads me to sleep,
Can it lead me to peacefulness?,
For the world wasn't sleeping,
And I am here on the hammock still waving,Morning chirps of the birds,
My dog runs happily,
Jumps on my lap suddenly,
The food was already cooked,
And the breakfast is served,There's a place in our hearts,
Where we try to find the peace,
For our childhood was different from each other,
And we were different from each other naturally,
Sanity leads me here,
And curiosity brings you here,The Frequency started to roll,
The music isn't clear now,
I was about to open my eyes when I feel the pain,
The radio stopped, here we go again.

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Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain
PoetryA poetry of insanity •I know you're reading this for fun, but it isn't Fun at all• Highest Rank: #1 in poetry - September 2021 #2 in poetry - January 2020