Sunday Mornings
Listening to morning quiet as cars drive byWhispy clouds up in the sky
The sun slowly rising from its sleep
Morning stretch begins the day
Sunday morning what can I say
Birds in the trees singing their songs
God's perfect day what can go wrong?
Open windows cool breezes blow
The smell of fresh clean air begins to show
Sunday mornings for lazy days in bed
Relaxing calm in my head
Sun rising hire in the sky
Watching the birds begin to fly
Sunday mornings
Poetry by ternic2005
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Written on 2017-08-07 at 01:20
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