Back pain
Head ache
Easily fatiqued
Three days counting.
Sun shines after the rain
Plants are harvested after weeding
Fruits ripen after a while
Cities are built from villages.
It is a matter of time
For every moment there is gladness
For every feeling there is grace
For every awakening there is a rising.
You miss the joy of sun light
You miss the watching of a series
You miss the talking with authority
You miss the laughter from jokes made.
A matter of gratitude
Thankful of the more sleeping hours
The fluidity that comes
And the tranquility of making peace with it.
All praise to He
The one above
The King of Kings
The Supreme.
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