Monday's sun breaks through the haze,
A new week’s path, a fresh set of days,
The start of work, the shift in pace,
A hopeful glance at goals to chase.
The world awakes from weekend’s rest,
The rhythm shifts, a steady quest,
In office halls or bustling streets,
Ambitions rise with every beat.
Coffee brews and plans are made,
The week’s intentions softly laid,
Yet in the rush, a gentle plea,
To find some calm and simply be.
Monday’s promise, bold and clear,
A canvas for the dreams we steer.
©twisha ray
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