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The Comfort of Home | Poetry #2

When time turns 17:00, sky becomes dark. My eyes become blurry, but my mind is so fresh like my body feels dozen home 🏡, a place to relax and to release what bad day pours in. Nobody sees, but everybody feels. It is coming home.

Some people are so excited, and some are more. Yet the rest have nothing to feel for. They are on the way finishing the job, the endless tasks to be offered. Time is still ticking, but you cannot be moving like an aged zombie, stuck in an iceberg 🧊. Don’t you feel anything. But I know you are touching. Show it. Talk out about it. Release it. You will be like someone else.

Plan your day, track your time, and make sure you are on track!

Have a good evening 🌆!

Hi! My name is Rotana K., English. I am an author and founder of this page. I am passionate about education and personal development of young learners.

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