The week was made of Mondays –
Boring
Annoying
Mornings.
The week was made of fears –
From all the pressure,
And the stress,
And the mourning.
The week was made of tears –
For hours
And hours,
For days.
The week was made of Mondays –
But Mondays
Eventually go
Away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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