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SundaysSundays for me are so divine. Eyes closed with the mind sipping spiritual moonshine.No emails, so no business to conduct.Memories floating upon closed eyelids, As scenarios deconstruct.A cinema-scope of family and friends, those departed a...

Sundays

Sundays for me are so divine.
Eyes closed with the mind sipping spiritual moonshine.

No emails, so no business to conduct.
Memories floating upon closed eyelids,
As scenarios deconstruct.

A cinema-scope of family and friends,
those departed and those nearby.
Some saying hello and some saying goodbye.

Memories of yesteryear, priceless and joyfully revisited.
Joyously recounted for the youthful and inquisitive.

Sunday’s velvety breeze gracefully flowing through the semi opened windows,
soothingly caressing soft skin as it continues to chant silent innuendos.

A hushed breath as one eavesdrops to the breathing of another.
Memories of yesteryear, cooking with mother.

The Sun’s rays slowly winning the skirmishes with the Shadows.
The Shadows valiantly retreating as the warmness slowly reaches life’s meadows.

It’s nearly time to wake – to step fully into Sunday’s delights.
But I pause, Sundays delights can wait – more memories await.

Sundays, a day of reflection, contemplation and family.

"A day of enjoying the transience of life and happiness."
Sunday, a day to leave the world of busyness.”

May yours be equally sublime and all your wishes come true!
May Sunday make you happy in all that you do.
 


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