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Break

Take a break and look around
The world keeps running or trying to settle down,
A pinch of happiness seems hard to be found .

I know its getting dark stars shoot by
Strings of guitar brushing past your soul,
Its has been now hours catching up with the lie.
break,take a break,poetry on breaks,taking a break,some me time,enjoy the break
So close to feeling what ya never felt
Can't say different as history repeats,
So close to seeing that ya never dealt.

Take a break, live in the moment now
Little conversations stuck in coffee breaks,
Bake a cake or just make a dough.

All along walking through the woods
A little yellow leaf peeking at me,
All along singing past the trail in my hood.

Running back home with sunshine chasing
Shadows smiling on the autumn floor,
Taking along the sweet memories so amazing.

Sometimes just need to let it all go
Eyes lit up at the sound of ding dong,
Sometimes let's try not to feel so low.


Freshen up all those crazy midnights
A ray of hope even in dark alleyways,
Party all night and twist in dim lights.

Four walls trying to cause a giant rip
Full of freedom in that little cage,
The cage is a bit dark and deep
With little promises to keep.

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