Slow steps to work

No bacteria will make me rush,

No ppt will control my steps

And slowly as a flat balloon

I will slide on the floor

And reach my desk.

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Monday theft

My stomac bumping,
My breathing getting short
Tell me another Monday is coming.
In its simplicity,
A single day can grab the freedom
of the whole weekend.
Time spent walking
Among flowers and mountains,
The curious stirring for an exotic dish,
The calls with the lived ones
Get immediately sorted as memories,
Once the Monday comes.