SlothDozens of feet rushing in time’s cost
People trying to catch a breath as though
There’s a time bomb attached to their chest.
They work, work and never rest.

But right there, behind one mute door,
time lost to space. There was no race,
Just slow and steady. Peace, tranquility.
Under artificial breeze, he lays….not to exist but to cease….

He never blinks, never thinks, he just sinks
In his bag of beans, lost in the world of dreams!
What he sees are fantasies. Where he is, he’s at ease…
Oh please! When he’s back to earth, he’s of no worth.
There is no need for preparation when there is no aspir Drawn for my sister's poem. PLEASE READ IT XDD

Went supersimple on this one. Tis a VERY old artwork. I might rework and fix some obvious errors later! Enjoy ^_^

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She writes wonderful poetry, especially her seven sins poems So give them a read! Also, she is in need of points to get a membership, so donate some if you have any to spare! Thank you, and have an awesome day ^_^

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