Sunday Bliss

[Henry Caville 111]

The world slows down its frantic spin,
As golden morning light creeps in.
No buzzing clock, no rushed goodbye,
Just quiet blue across the sky.
A steaming mug between two hands,
No heavy rules or harsh demands.
The sweetest joy is doing less—
A simple, perfect Sunday bliss.

 

[Anshhi]

The world slows down its frantic spin,
As golden morning light creeps in.
No buzzing clock, no rushed goodbye,
Just quiet blue across the sky.
A steaming mug between two hands,
No heavy rules or harsh demands.
The sweetest joy is doing less—
A simple, perfect Sunday bliss.

Beautifully peaceful poem. Happy Sunday Evening!

Awesome Intelligence™​