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Sunday Stillness
In Sunday’s hush, where moments cling,
The world unwinds, its troubles stilled,
Wrapped in a soft, warm morning fling,
A cup of peace, the heart is filled.
Sunlight drapes through curtains wide,
Casting gold on thoughts that float,
Time becomes a gentle ride,
As whispers of contentment gloat.
Each second savored, soft and slow,
In stillness, life’s sweet treasures gleam,
Moments linger, serene and low,
In Sunday’s arms, we dare to dream.
Whispers of Sunday
In the hush of Sunday morn,
Dreams whisper softly, gently born.
Sunlight dances on the floor,
Waiting for noon, to open the door.
Shadows linger in the soft light,
Hopes take flight, such a sweet sight.
Each moment passes, yet remains,
A canvas waiting, for life’s refrains.
Coffee brews, the world softly wakes,
In this quiet, the heart aches.
Embrace the whispers, let them unfold,
For dreams are the stories yet to be told.
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