Sunday mornings are like smooth late night jazz concerts,
they flow so smoothly, so calming.
wrapped in blankets and a hot drink of your choice,
nothing beats Sunday mornings like this.
Sunday mornings are bliss they never miss a beat to be so
calming.
Somber in a way only a piano could play on a smooth melody,
Sunday mornings.
Its like that long stretch when you wake up,
or the comfort of a lazy embrace from a tired partner.
Today is one of those Sunday mornings and I am no longer in mourning
and I lay under the awning, hanging on for dear bliss,
if you can hear this,
Good morning.
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PoetryA collection of poems made in a dark time of my life. I made this book so that I could share my happiness and pain with others who might understand, but more importantly, this book is for those who need to be understood. Hope you all enjoy! Please...
