sunday

A Sunday afternoon

All I want on a Sunday
Is merely a refreshing date
Great coffee mild breeze childhood snacks
A moment of joy without the burdening sack
Bright sun white clouds and the very blue-blue sky
The feeling of rest is never to die.

Written on 18 January 2015

Author: emmalhy

Poet | Modernist | Momentographer in search of lost time, and the little miraculous moments View all posts by emmalhy