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tired mind
In the quiet chamber of the mind's retreat,
Where shadows dance and thoughts entreat,
Lies weariness, heavy as the night,
In whispered sighs, it takes its flight.
The weary mind, burdened and worn,
In labyrinthine corridors, forlorn.
It wanders through the mists of thought,
In search of rest, a respite sought.
Dreams unravel in tangled threads,
Weighed down by worries, heavy as lead.
In the silence, a tired symphony plays,
Echoing the fatigue of endless days.
Yet even in the darkest hour's embrace,
There flickers a glimmer, a spark of grace.
For within the tired mind's weary song,
There lingers resilience, resilient and strong.
So let the weariness gently fade,
As night surrenders to the dawn's cascade.
For in the stillness, hope finds its way,
And the tired mind welcomes a brand-new day.
© Thabiso Dube
Where shadows dance and thoughts entreat,
Lies weariness, heavy as the night,
In whispered sighs, it takes its flight.
The weary mind, burdened and worn,
In labyrinthine corridors, forlorn.
It wanders through the mists of thought,
In search of rest, a respite sought.
Dreams unravel in tangled threads,
Weighed down by worries, heavy as lead.
In the silence, a tired symphony plays,
Echoing the fatigue of endless days.
Yet even in the darkest hour's embrace,
There flickers a glimmer, a spark of grace.
For within the tired mind's weary song,
There lingers resilience, resilient and strong.
So let the weariness gently fade,
As night surrenders to the dawn's cascade.
For in the stillness, hope finds its way,
And the tired mind welcomes a brand-new day.
© Thabiso Dube
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