Each day, after two
Out of school she flew.
To escape the crowds,
She pushed and plowed
BY MARTINA BODA
Each day, after two
Out of school she flew.
To escape the crowds,
She pushed and plowed
Past different faces
Rushing to different places.
Once in the car, she heaved a sigh
And waved her friends one last goodbye.
The thought of home kept in mind
She left the busy lot behind.
Ready, relaxed and relieved
These were the feelings she then perceived.
An introvert at heart
Oh, she definitely plays the part.
What some would call loneliness
To her are moments of holiness.
She can hear the quiet call her name
While clamor fails to do the same.
She likes the time she spends on her own.
It gives her time to think alone.
Silence like a lullaby
And peace that serves to purify
The mind of any worry
and slow down the world that wants to hurry.
Don’t misunderstand her love for quiet
Sometimes she does love to riot,
But in healthy doses and at times.
Having a little fun isn’t a crime
Martina is her name
and for disliking chaos her you cannot blame.
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