Some Days
There are days when clocks sleep on the walls...
that the days seem tired centuries...
Days when we are not discoverers of anything...
Days of innocuous creations...
Days when life is almost like a prison
and we volunteer prisoners...
Days when the spirit is neither body nor spirit...
Days when we don't even wish to unfold our eyes, let alone our soul...!
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