Have you ever been empowered by the quiet of a Sunday?
It fills you with a touch of gentleness, a sort of exquisiteness,
You feel its presence without any pretense embrace your soul.
I awake to dawn to see the transparent sky light up the morn,
There resides a solitude hidden between those brightening clouds,
As they envelope my part of the world,
In a show of clandestine colors tinged with the color of the Sun.
I choose not to rise, for the day brings nothing but Joy to my tired mind.
I watch the morning break into day, and then noon, then comes evening, trailing the dusk filled hours before nightfall.
When Monday comes, my reverie dissolves,
When Sunday goes past me, renewed I enter another dimension,
Where I face a world, that ticks laboriously with time.
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