Weeks to Fruition, Such an Illusion! by Nelostenfoe
             Weeks to Fruition, 
               Such an Illusion! 











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nelostenfoe Just an entity wandering the internet
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A simple poem about how time flies by so quickly, maybe fruitlessly, during quarantine

Sometimes I think that I'm being productive, but I'm afraid that if the sun were to shine on me again, the truth would come out : I'm unproductive in the things that really matter

Weeks to Fruition, Such an Illusion! by Nelostenfoe

A week, two, three weeks

A week, two, three weeks Slow down,

A week, two, three weeks Slow down, ,

A week, two, three weeks Slow down, , your gear need some tweaks

A week, two, three weeks Slow down, , your gear need some tweaks Turning so fast, even without oil

A week, two, three weeks Slow down, , your gear need some tweaks Turning so fast, even without oil Four is a finale I don't want to foil

A month, a day, no more no less

A month, a day, no more no less I let an apple breathe its last

A month, a day, no more no less I let an apple breathe its last A dark space I call my room

A month, a day, no more no less I let an apple breathe its last A dark space I call my room I grant life to a magic broom

No, no, don't call the sun

No, no, don't call the sun My shame would run

No, no, don't call the sun My shame would run No fruits no bread

No, no, don't call the sun My shame would run No fruits no bread Yet a bucket I sweat

Thank you for reading until the end! Tell me what you think, or you can share with me what you think about quarantine ^^ Stay safe everyone!

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