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Friday’s here, the week’s last sigh,
A whisper of relief beneath the sky.
Echoes of toil fade to retreat,
As weekend dreams begin to greet.
Sunrise spills like golden dew,
With promises of things anew.
Laughter dances in the air,
A symphony of souls without a care.
Time to unwind, let worries cease,
Find moments of simple peace.
In Friday’s embrace, we find the spark,
A beacon of light after days so dark.
So raise a toast to Friday’s charm,
A haven from the week’s alarm.
For now, we rest, we breathe, we play,
Welcome, Friday, come what may. 16 replies
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