friday poem Anastasia Kis

It doesn’t matter if it’s summer

Who cares if it’s warm or cold?

This day makes every person flutter

Regardless of the duties held.

At the peak of nationwide love

Like a proud beacon of liberty

Like a vista of fete day or sort of,

Time to flee from the office captivity.

The most expected of the seven

The day when everyone is chum.

It’s meant to entertain and freshen.

Breathe out! Friday finally has come!

Anastasia Kis