Puisi 134
An End With the wish that all would be done very well No space on the corner all occupied with those deadlines Grabbing Pounding those things in the working mind The tired eyes Need to be opened I realize these would come to an end Hope I rule the deeadlines not them ruled me Whispering in the dark that you stay there with a smile azures me that these would come to an end These too should pass All done well with your prayer and words come true as a blend