aniket22
Wellknown Ace
The sun spills soft on tangled sheets,
A lazy hymn the silence keeps.
No plans to chase, no shoes to tie,
Just drifting thoughts and pale blue sky.
The coffee cools, untouched, nearby,
A novel yawns with half-closed eye.
The clock forgets to make a sound—
Time curls itself and lies back down.
A breeze rehearses through the blinds,
Like half-formed dreams that slip the mind.
And in this hush, the world feels kind—
A slower breath, a pause in time.
A lazy hymn the silence keeps.
No plans to chase, no shoes to tie,
Just drifting thoughts and pale blue sky.
The coffee cools, untouched, nearby,
A novel yawns with half-closed eye.
The clock forgets to make a sound—
Time curls itself and lies back down.
A breeze rehearses through the blinds,
Like half-formed dreams that slip the mind.
And in this hush, the world feels kind—
A slower breath, a pause in time.
