It’s a dull moment
Hours spent at the gate
A slow-growing ache once you ate
Boredom and age one can not escape
Gloomy rivers never dance
A bitter scent can’t sing
Doors are closed once more
There you lay bored, hungry, and wiser by a quarter.
Published by Muni_Mar
Heloooow and mahadsanid(thank you) for visiting my blog. I'm Munimar(combo of my two names) I'm a mother of two darling boys, a Creative soul, lover of Coffee & Kindness. I am a survivor and it's my mission to inspire and encourage my fellow survivors. Say hi😊 View more posts
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