Of some works
I have been busy for days
But I wasn’t in a good shape
Something was depressing so deep
I wish if I could see my doctor
To make me well and fell better
But I can’t even think about that
Because I didn’t know what was paining exact
Suddenly I search inside
I found what my sickness guide was
I wasn’t ill not even a bit
But I miss poetry beat
Being apart from that art
Hurts a lot and kills all part
Poetry the adorable work
Stay available for your addicted folks
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