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Day 310 in 2017

Sunday mornings are not as lazy as you thought it was;

The sun has run up the horizon faster than the rider,

As if it doesn’t want to be left behind the chase;

But who could beat the early risers?

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Day 305 in 2017

The afternoon sunbeam is blinding,

Would you be able to see through?

The new month is coming,

Would you like to see it through?

Day 302 in 2017

Weekend walks in willingly,

Whooping with warmhearted works;

While we’ve been waiting without worrying,

Wisdom will water the words.

Day 299 in 2017

Life could be a contradiction;

The weak is avid,

The poor is opulent,

And the faint is pellucid.

All breathe under one tainted sky;

All wander down the defiled land.

(Delayed) Day 295 in 2017

Do you hear the buzz from each corner?

When all are so caught up around the table,

Deep into the mind of one another,

Ushered by the mind-blowing utterance, yet so simple.

(Delayed) Day 294 in 2017

There’s always extra vibe on Friday,

Along with extra smile towards the end of the day,

Easy day, tough day, you name it,

Everyone is looking forward to celebrate it.

(Delayed) Day 292 in 2017

When the stars land on the city,

The night seems hype,

As the tiresome beings run back to their identity,

There’s no more to hide… no more to hide.

(Delayed) Day 291 in 2017

Rushing through the present,

All are striving to get there soon,

Chasing the time as if it would be absent,

But kairos rules in the end.

(Delayed) Day 284 in 2017

Aerial view gives a new perspective,

Of what is going on down there,

One can not see the whole picture,

Of the course and its alternative.

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