Day 3: Monday


Monday

Butterflies in the stomach, legs weak at the knees.
Eyes rested, and yet not too keen to open up and see..
A languid mind, not yet ready to endure another week…
No age absolved, no vocation let go….
That devil – Monday, doesn’t spare any soul…..

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