In morning light, the world feels still,
A delicate quiet, a sweet generosity.
Espresso brews, the aroma of harmony,
Time dials back, the heart’s delivery.
Nature murmurs, birds take off,
Minutes wait, unadulterated enjoyment.
Family giggling, stories shared,
In this quiet, we realize we’re gives it a second thought.
With each nightfall, dreams take wing,
Sunday’s sorcery, a mitigating thing.
Rest and reflect, let stresses blur,
In Sunday’s arms, our hearts are laid.
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