It is rest
a much-wanted test
an oscillation of the mind
falls back in a kind
was upset for a fortnight
the chest became heavy and tight
a ruthless way in an approach
set the spirits to encroach
wander through a sphere of pathos
fell downcast in a strange lack of gloss
everything seemed to be shady
the work lost its momentum became tardy
bore it with a tear hidden behind the eyelids
have tided over the crisis with a strong bid
well, that happens not only to me
most of us undergo the same in the spree.
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