( I decided I did not want to do a short story so I decided to do a poem #rebel :p )

         TOIL
The hot summer days.
Where they worked for days,
Nothing incomparable -to those summer days
From dawn to dusk
A lifecycle,
Of those summer days
Kinking every hour,
Pulling every minute,
Sweating every second,
Of those summer days.
Why, not wonder why they are here ?
Is it destiny?
Or is it an obligation?
Of those summer days.

                                   - Leydi Rios


*** Modernism*** by reflecting on the early 19th-21st century and quick hint if you don't understand my poem think about the TITLE I chose as well as any literary devices I use and my use of diction.

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