Clouds moving, alarm ringing;
Yet the child sleeps still...
Daydreams drift, revealing their boredom,
All this soul desires is the taste of freedom.
Eyes opened, scanning the room,
Parents' schedules echo with a familiar tune.
It's Sunday again—
Yet parents busy strategizing,
Planning for the week ahead, no time for realizing.
Without a word, the child's spirit takes flight,
For it’s a day of loneliness,...
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