I miss searching
malfunction cause
triumph of finding
fixing like new
four days of rest
is too much to handle
my muscles aches
so as my gentle head
come Monday; hurry
please take me early
I miss stories told
as workloads unfold
we are bees from hive
toiling 'til it's done
then go home and feed
heal muscles and head
you have presented your thoughts in a very delicate way, nice poem thanks for sharing
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I would like to translate this poem
To be ready for love. Nice work.