" Monday's dawn, a dreary sight, Blues descend, like a heavy night. The weekend's warmth, now lost in space, Leaves me longing for a gentle pace. The morning light, a pale hue casts, A somber mood, that lingers fast. The world outside, a dull gray tone, Echoes my heart, in a melancholy moan. But still I rise, and face the day, And search for joy, in a distant way. For in the blues, a hidden grace, A chance to find, a brighter place. ©twisha ray "