Poetry

Sundays

A poem about Sundays

by Jey Geethan

Peace, splendour and marvellous,

A day for Glory and some nice breads,

Maybe as well a pinch of laziness,

A day when lightness spreads.


A day to recover,

From the heaviness of the bygone week,

A day to prepare and make cover,

For the battles that we seek.


All sundays are unique,

As it is the best day of a week.



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