On Sunday dawn,
serenity awakes,
a day to savor,
the soul’s sweetest taste.
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Sitting in a park
leisurely picnicking
laughing with loved ones
feeling relaxed.
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A respite from life’s
perpetual race,
where time unravels
at a gentle pace.
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The warm air,
with the trees swaying,
serenely peaceful,
sweetly lazing.
In golden hues,
the sunlight cascades.
A tapestry of peace,
in quiet shades.
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A moment stolen
from life’s demanding grip,
where dreams bloom freely,
hearts find their skip.
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Sunday whispering stories,
long untold.
Embracing laughter
as memories unfold.
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A sanctuary for rest,
sweetening our day.
A cherished pause
before Monday’s array.
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So let us seize
Sunday’s grace,
embrace its blessings,
a cherished space.
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©️ Denise Larkin 2022. All Rights Reserved.
About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer of a BA with honours (2.1) in Arts & Humanities recently gained a Creative Writing Master's Degree. She writes poetry, fictional short stories, and is the author of the Time to Run series, Darkness and The Non-Human.<aT.
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