December 6, 2009 at 5:22pm
Sundays usually feels like a Monday with nothing to do. So here's a poem:
Another Quiet Sunday
Another quiet Sunday,
to lay around in bed,
and watch the day go by with ease.
Another careless Sunday,
no worries in my head,
to do whatever, I please.
My only reflections,
that sometimes flutter by,
are my whirling thoughts of you.
Like a leaf helplessly
swirling in the breeze,
aimlessly flying through.
Another Quiet Sunday
Another quiet Sunday,
to lay around in bed,
and watch the day go by with ease.
Another careless Sunday,
no worries in my head,
to do whatever, I please.
My only reflections,
that sometimes flutter by,
are my whirling thoughts of you.
Like a leaf helplessly
swirling in the breeze,
aimlessly flying through.
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