Every evening, when the sun goes down,
And even the birds have stopped their sound,
Everyone is busy, it's a fact,
Preparing for the next day's exact.
For some, it's an examination they'll take,
And they'll study hard, till they ache.
For others, it's an event they'll attend,
And they'll plan and prepare, till the very end.
But for those who need an escape,
To forget the day's troubles, big or small in shape,
There's nothing better than a good book,
To transport you away, with just a look.
So every, every evening, when you're feeling low,
And even the world seems to move too slow,
Remember, there's a way to just even the score,
And it's by finding joy, in what you adore.
Because everybody deserves a chance to be free,
From stress and worry, that's the key,
And with each passing day, you'll come to see,
That even the tough times, won't define who you'll be.
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