One Lunch Break
A Distracting Acrostic Poem
Dancing, twirling, arms flowing at my sides through a field of
Immaculate wildflowers. The wind brushes through my hair and the warm rays of
Sunshine kiss my reddened, freckled cheeks.
The warm summer afternoon awakens and
Revitalizes my weary soul, breathing life
Anew into my lungs. I'll return to my job of
Crunching numbers just as soon as the
Trees stop their gentle sway and the sun
Is no longer inviting on my skin. I think the
Outside world is the most beautiful, when
No one else is around to disturb its peace.
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